It is 21:04 as I am writing this, sitting and watching the lights dance on the surface of the water, the sky a dusty, silky charcoal.
When I saw this book in Hatchards, a wave of nostalgia washed over me. Drama lessons, Steven Berkoff's version of this play.
This, of course, is another adaptation, a Frantic Assembly production.
As I read it, I was struck by how atmospheric, how evocative, it was. It is meant to be watched, to be performed, and I truly regret never having seen this production because I honestly believe that it would have been amazing.
There were moments that made me tear up, and I admit that the end of Act One resulted in me crying on the tube.
Lines and moments stuck with me, etching themselves into my mind. "Night is a caution, isn't it, a museum of lost items and unresolved questions dripping from the day and hovering like swords of Damocles?"
A grotesque yet heart-breaking exploration of society, family, alienation, and dehumanisation, 'Metamorphosis' was a quick, poignant read and, should it ever return to the stage, I would definitely grab a ticket.