Give It Up by Franz Kafka - Parable

Give it up, my Franz Kafka. It was very early in the morning, the streets clean and deserted. I was on my way to the station. As I compared the tab o'clock with my watch, I realized it was much later than I had thought, and that I had to hurry. The shock of this discovery made me feel uncertain of the way. I wasn't very well acquainted with the town as yet. Fortunately, there was a policeman at hand. I ran to him and breathlessly asked him the way. He smiled and said, You asking me the way? Yes, I said, since I can't find it myself. Give it up, give it up, said he, and turned with a sudden jerk, like someone who wants to be alone with his laughter.