Comes from the author Franz Kafka, and refers to the style with which he wrote his
books (which in his dying wish asked for to be burned).
Basically it describes a nightmarish situation which most
people can somehow relate to, although strongly surreal. With an ethereal, "evil", omnipotent
power floating just beyond the senses.
You go to the city to see the law. Upon arrival outside the building, there is a guard who says "You may not pass without permission", you notice that the
door is open, but it closed enough for you to not see anything (the law).
You point out that you can easily go into the building, and the guard agrees. Rather than be disagreeable, however, you decide to wait until you have permission.
You wait for many years, and when you're an old, shriveled wreck, you get yourself to ask:
"During all the years I've waited here, no-one else has tried to pass in to see the law, why is this?",
and the guard answers:
"It is
true that no-one else has passed here, that is because this
door was
always meant solely for you, but now, it is closed
forever".
He then procceeds to close the
door and calmly walk away.
This is in fact, one of his short stories, and is very typical to his style, i.e. kafkaesque.
