the year is 2027. I am presenting my breakthrough theory about kafka’s missing letters and stories to members of The Kafka Project, all expert scholars who have been hunting for lost papers for almost 30 years. they buzz in anticipation as I load my powerpoint.
there is one slide. it reads “he ate them” in 16 point Arial, with the text box placed slightly off center above “mmmm hungee boy” in 14 point Arial. this is my presentation. i turn off the projector amid booing and crying. fools. you can’t prove me wrong