Kafka would never self-promote

But he's dead and I'm alive.

Ergo...

Reading. Of stuff. Maybe stuff I wrote. As part of this series at the Magnetic Field in Brooklyntown, Niew Amsterdam. Anyone who wants to know what the bottom half of my face looks like is welcome to attend.

It's free.

Yes, free. Of course it's free. What kind of asshole charges money to listen to them dick around behind a podium for 20 minutes? Not this kind of asshole, that's for sure.