The tower up above - it was the only one visible - the tower of a dwelling, as could now be seen, possibly the main body of the castle, was a uniform, circular structure, part cloaked in ivy, with small windows that gleamed in the sun - there was a crazy quality about this - and a balcony-like rim with battlements that jutted uncertainly, unevenly, brittely, as if drawn by the timid or slapdash hand of a child, up into the blue sky. It was as if some gloomy inmate, who by rights should have remained locked away in the farthest room in the house, had burst through the roof and raised himself high in order to be seen by the world. (The Castle, Kafka)
spookily re-deconstruced for rhizom-e-xquisite and halloween