It took a while for me to get here and see this, but I'm glad that I did. I lived in Prague for 2 years and spent a lot of my time haunting the haunts that Franz Kafka haunted (hmmm...how's that for a sentence) and I have to say that so much of Prague influenced his writing (how could it not) that there were times in which I wondered if many of Kafka's stories were actually written by that mad-woman of a city. He did describe, perfectly, a phenomenon known as the "Prague Vortex" which is--quite simply, a mad-woman of a city sinking her claws into you and never letting to. For him that was an unpleasant experience, but for me, it's proof that Prague is home, and I'll be glad to get back there. This image reminds me of that as well, and I love how you've captured both Kafka himself, and the brooding back-alley milieu that seems so incredibly inseparable from his writing. Wonderful, sensitive work.