"He could see through the crack of the door that the gas was turned on in the living-room, but while usually at this time his father made a habit of reading the afternoon newspaper in a loud voice to his mother and occasionally to his sister as well, not a sound was now to be heard. Well, perhaps his father had recently given up this habit of reading aloud, which his sister had mentioned so often in conversation and in her letters. But there was the same silence all around, although the flat was certainly not empty of occupants. 'What a quiet life our family has been leading,' said Gregor to himself, and as he sat there motionless staring into darkness he felt great pride in the fact that he had been able to provide such a life for his parents and sister in such a fine flat."
Franz Kafka, Metamorphosis, p.20
The image is another untitled Gregory Crewdson photograph.
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