It’s been 90 years since Franz Kafka’s passing, and yet here in Prague, he seems eternal; his image and work as synonymous to the Czech lands as William Shakespeare’s are to England. Perhaps this tortured, self-doubting novelist – who died at age 40 from tuberculosis on June 3, 1924 – would have been appalled by all the celebrity and hoopla that eluded him in life. After all, he had requested that his work be destroyed upon his death. But his enterprising literary executor had other ideas, saving Kafka from melting into oblivion. For those who wish to commemorate Prague’s famed son, here are a few things that will put you in a Kafkaesque state of mind.