Josef K falls in love

Josef K fell in love with a girl and this time,love was reciprocated.Julie loved him indeed,yet she remained melancholy for precisely this reason as she couldn't bear the sadness that this love would bring about when it ended as it should.K consoled Julie that it would be beautiful nostalgia compared to people whose lives are empty altogether.And saying this,he would take Julie's hand and take her on a walk through the streets of Prague.The beautiful wind had her distracted into happiness but somewhere K was already disturbed and he would return to his room at night to hours of laborious solitude.Because sitting by the window ,before the last chapter of his unfinished novel,he would worry about the future that Julie said they couldn't share.A milkman would be cycling down the road below.Mrs Grubach would come out of the house,hollering at him to stop and he would stop.Milk poured out of his can into her vessel and off he went after pocketing the money,turning around the corner and perhaps disappearing into the future that Julie would talk about.Beyond K's field of vision,the milkman would weave in through the rest of the neighbourhood finishing which he would weave into another labyrinthine neighbourhood,one of whose alleys would contain the house Julie would move into,if she married someone else
The way K saw it,his days were passing by like dominoes falling,so that the fall of the last domino at the other far end of future was the result of the first domino falling.He had a pack of dominoes in his cupboard,stacked away since adolescence.This was a good omen,he thought.Tomorrow,he would tell Julie about their lives having the sweet predictability of falling dominoes.Julie wouldn't buy it,he knew but she loved these little theories he would come up with anyway.For K,it was convincing enough.But Julie thought of it as another instance of his artistic sensibilities helplessly scratching the muddier surface of real life.K was aware of her disposition and would have dismissed it had it not been for the fact that Julie was not just wiser but the better artist of the two.If K could somehow convey that he was no less interested in real life as she was,then perhaps Julie would change her stance. She often told K how her father was busy raising her at his age when he was still struggling through university.K wanted to embrace life like that but he didn't know where to begin.K decided to scrape off every burdensome deviance from his life knowing that as long as he kept writing every night,no convention,no everyday banality could consume him enough to define him.But where would K begin?He looked across the road Miss Grubach's window where it was dark already and it occured to him how Miss Grubach had earned her slumber through her tireless dedication to existence and even if he couldn't possibly chat her up about sharing the secret of her blissful life,he thought he could begin by imitating her in the simplest way possible ,to share her present -by buying milk from the same milkman as she did.K never drank milk and had weak bones.A vessel of milk everyday,and then Miss Grubach,Julie and him would perhaps healthily end up in the same future as the milkman disappeared into.
It was late in the night,K was hungry.But he avoided the temptation to finish the apple he had kept for breakfast and decided to sleep.So at around two in the night,the last lamp in Cihelna went off and a beautiful moon was aglow over a Prague that slept peacefully with no more disturbance.