Kafka wrote a novel entitled The Trial. In that novel, the protagonist K. is arrested suddenly in his home for a crime he knows nothing about, and his trial proceedings are about as opaque as the accusations against him. Heck, even finding his way to the courtroom was like navigating a labyrinth. The point of all the absurdity was how convoluted the justice system is and how the people sucked into it are mere cogs in a self-perpetuating machine that operates by its own arcane rules. There are plenty of other themes to draw out, too, but that one stuck with me.

Just a couple days ago, I found a wonderful post on Steemit by an author who actually met Kafka in person. Check it out!