Kafka's prose behaves like a room getting smaller. Long bureaucratic sentences coil around themselves. Then a short sentence lands like a door closing.
This tool measures the “pressure” of each sentence — its negations, clause depth, word plainness, and repetition — and renders the text so it physically compresses as the writing intensifies.
The idea:Nabokov's app maps letters to colors (a fixed transformation). Kafka's maps sentences to pressure (a dynamic transformation). Not what the author saw, but what the author felt.