The guy at the debriefing who brought up this other guy named Kafka seemed like he was the only one who had ever heard of him. I hadn’t. I got the impression at the time he was trying to be funny. But when he looked around and saw that nobody got the joke he just [...] [...]
Beginning with “it” is just so vague. Vague is vague enough. Beginning vaguely is not too vague, but just so vague. Vague, only just so. So what. It, the story, begins vaguely. What began was not vague at all. It was a big-ass plane. Nothing vague about it. Everything big about it. How we got [...] [...]
When I woke up I could not breathe on my own. It wasn’t for lack of trying. Hoses and wires came and went in and out every conceivable hole in me. Still other holes, the inconceivable ones, oozed and soaked with the rest of me in a not-quite congealed balm, an unnaturally cool suspension in [...] [...]