Kafka's anxious, frustrating and comical world lives on in every bureaucracy in New York City. Spent the day obtaining legal stationary, then in and out of the Kings County clerk's office.
As I was moved from window 6 to window 3, and then on to other windows of number, I met many officious persons. All friendly, but indeed nosy. Perhaps out of boredom. I didn't stand in line once.
I had to leave to get cash and come back, which made me wonder, "Is it significant that the government doesn't accept payment by credit card?"
The more I look at the photo above, the more I think I see people behind the pattern. Strange.