It is the artist's art to concentrate that certain moment in a pictured reality, so that it can be unfolded by the viewer and be refilled with individual contents. And that long lane out there - this is another eternity.
All truth is bent, time itself is a circle.
That battlefield is for Kafka the metaphor for the homeplace of humans on earth. Viewed fromout the human, who in every moment is jammed in between his past and his future, which both aim on him, who creates here his precence, viewed from his side the battlefield is a Between, a widespread Now, on which he spends his life.