Status Updates From Senselessness by Horacio Ca...

SUCH A NOVELTY IT WAS WHEN I finally met the Spaniard who had planned and executed half of the one thousand one hundred pages I so intrepidly continued to correct, the Basque named Joseba so loved and ad-mired by everybody in the archbishop's palace, accord-ing to what my friend Erick and the little guy named Mynor told me when they introduced him to me, a Basque and by profession a psychiatrist......

WHEN I WOKE UP THAT MORNING I could never have imagined the dirty trick that had been played on me. For a few minutes I remained serenely between the sheets in my apartment in the Engels Building, dozing, receiving in my cupped hands the warmth of my testi-cles, happy in the knowledge that it was Friday, listen-ing to the cries of the street vendors that rose to my fifth-floor apartment very early in the morning