The Taj Mahal

Josef K. was dreaming.

He stepped off a cobblestone road and onto a red brick path where many people were walking. Ahead and to the sides were green hedges, perfectly manicured.

The air was cold but the warmth of the sun made K. feel fresh. His body pushed him in the direction of the brisk, swirling wind. The pink flowers on smooth trees fluttered.

K. looked up. A huge white building arose in front of him, ahead of the hedges. It was flanked by four towers. He got the sense that although it was grand its halls were fully empty.

He reached the hedges. Two people stopped him; he did not understand their words although he knew what it was they were trying to say.

K. took the camera. The couple lined up in front of the big building.

Suddenly a bird sang and in that moment K. made eye contact with the woman; both were astonished and then immediately embarrased. In their minds they were great friends, lovers even, but in the moment they had to mentally ask each other why such a thing had to happen now.

K. gave the camera back, not knowing if he had even taken the picture. He woke up, contemplating what the dream might mean.