It took a while for me to get here and see this, but I'm glad that I did. I lived in Prague for 2 years and spent a lot of my time haunting the haunts that Franz Kafka haunted (hmmm...how's that for a sentence) and I have to say that so much of Prague influenced his writing (how could it not) that there were times in which I wondered if many of Kafka's stories were actually written by that mad-woman of a city. He did describe, perfectly, a phenomenon known as the "Prague Vortex" which is--quite simply, a mad-woman of a city sinking her claws into you and never letting to. For him that was an unpleasant experience, but for me, it's proof that Prague is home, and I'll be glad to get back there. This image reminds me of that as well, and I love how you've captured both Kafka himself, and the brooding back-alley milieu that seems so incredibly inseparable from his writing. Wonderful, sensitive work.
I've read nearly all of Kafka's works myself, and I agree...there's something magical there. It's funny, since he wrote in German, but I've noticed that in a lot of Czech literature, there's a similar kind of magical quality. (I lived in the Czech Republic for 2 years and I must return and live there again. I miss it too much, and I think a part of this photograph evoked a little bit of everything that I miss...the mood that I miss. You really captured mood beautifully in this image. I plan to view (and comment on) more of your work also.