'The Castle' is one of Franz Kafka's most famous works and one of the most profound philosophical novels of the 20th century. Unfinished by the writer, it was first published posthumously in 1926 by his friend Max Brod. The plot of 'The Castle' is absurd, yet plausible: a land surveyor named K. arrives in a village and attempts to enter a castle, but is not allowed in. A complex system of bureaucracy becomes entangled in a tangle that is impossible to unravel, meaning there is no way to enter the castle, no matter how roundabout the route. But the satire on the bureaucratic system is only one of the novel's subtexts. The entire artistic space is limited by the village and the inaccessible castle. Time flows irrationally here. 'The Castle' is, first and foremost, a metaphor through which the signs of reality can be glimpsed. The castle is quite concrete, and at the same time, it is a mirage. Perhaps the road to it is the road to God, and the Village is just a prototype of our earthly world?