Literature
King of Disappearing Nowhere
(In which characters that are clearly not Kamala Harris or Donald Trump or Benn Jordan explore a possibility of future. The Prophet Obblonge appears as itself.)
An email - a summons. My presence is more than requested, for once. A stipend to get me to San Francisco by a certain date for a speaking engagement. The senders identify themselves only by the name of their organization, something prestigious in tone and mysterious - the first few pages of a comic book. The PayPal transfer is real and I have nothing else scheduled. This kind of opportunity is exactly the sort that fits in well with my plan to get exposed to a wider audience, thus pushing the issues most important to me. I calculate that if I leave immediately by bus and there are minimal delays, I can avoid taking a flight, which I am loathe to do. Boarding at the venue, some sort of think tank with a website espousing nothing I am in disagreeance with, is reserved. I score some drugs to keep me alert with the extra funds
