The Burrow

Been reading the short stories of Kafka. The Burrow. I feel as if I have read this story at the most perfect stage in my life, that it speaks to me more than it ever could. With time I don't think i'd ever be able to take any more from it than I can now. Which is perhaps an insult to Kafka's work. I feel like I've experienced some kind of complete affinity or absorption. Probably doesn't say much for my mental state / perception of self that I can identify so much with it. I'm not too concerned about that. It's made me realise how little I identify with everything else. Instead of having to deal with my birthday on thursday, I just want to be in my burrow.
I think that Kafka may be my favourite literary 'personality'.