having a nightmarishly complex, bizarre, or illogical quality.
You could compare the city to Kafka’s short story, “The Metamorphosis.” Have we become Gregor Samsa? Have we transformed into a “monstrous verminious bug?” We awaken to a grey cloud hanging over our heads. Just as Samsa struggled with himself to get out of his bed, the limbs of our community are fighting amongst each another. How does it all end?