A Hunger Artist

I was expecting it all to be a metaphor of the unappreciated artist, as Kafka seeing himself in the Hunger Artist, but like everything Kafka has written, it's more about futility. I don't like analyzing books more than what they make me feel, so really for me, it's just about the meaninglessness of everything, the self aggrandizing feeling we get from putting ourself in pain, and the need for it to be acknowledged. The only reason for the “struggling artist” really, is themselves.