Gregor awoke to find himself a character in a piece of short fiction posted to an Internet user's blog. He looked about him, finding that his body was now rendered only in textual form and thus was subject to the collective imagination of anyone who might happen across the post. Perhaps he had brown hair, or blue eyes, or a broken nose, perhaps all of these things; but the relentlessly vague nature of prose English constrained him from saying just how particularly brown or blue or broken these things might be. The specific apprehension of the human senses was denied to him.
