My Author Is Dead

For sure, Adam is weird—although “weird” is all relative. Weird is problematic, but tolerable. What’s forbidden though is talking to Kafkaists, who are nothing but dangerous worms guilty of “moral turpitude”—cockroaches that the Author most probably forgot to erase. So helping Kafkaists wasn’t the brightest thing to do. Unfortunately, he didn’t have a choice. For one, June was a Kafkaist—cock...