David Lynch thinks of Kafka as a relative.
A blood brother to be exact.
Which surely indicates a propensity for similar ideals, mannerisms and trauma responses between them both. Reading The Trial, it's evident why David believes this.
Kafka guides us through the life of an individual swallowed up by something larger than himself, a corporate system constructed to drain the life and humanity out of individuals.
He leads us along, and we think we know where he's going. We expect chaos and destruction, but Kafka goes left when we expect a right. We continue to follow but more left turns where there surely should be rights. Kafka tugs harder at our arms and we are now running where we should be walking. Before we know it, we are lost in this stone-walled maze and feel helpless in the struggle to find our footing.
By the end of the book, we find ourselves knocked down, breathless, and in shock of what we've witnessed. It's only when we pick ourselves back up and look down do we see what Kafka has sketched in the footprints of our minds. The entire system, the structure of madness and oblivion. Humanity dissolving within the walls of bureaucracy.