Collection

The Narravaganza collection brings together investigations into subjects including language, intelligence, cycling, spiritual authority, and the correct treatment of grapes. Methods vary. Some enquiries proceed through dialogue; others require a bicycle, an ice cream shop, or an entire museum.

The findings are available below as stories, sketches, performance texts, and illustrated works.

A Tractate on the Cultivation of What Can't Be Harvested It’s been one month since I harrowed my relationship with my former girlfriend after I told her that I had gone for a walk in an orange grove near our house, peaceful and green, until i saw a kid sitting on a large rock, crying miserably… Arcs Alfred had known two girls during his time in London. One was a… Chatty Chakras From the city of Fedfer near the Atlantic ocean, good morning, good evening, wherever you may be, across the nation, around the world. This is Epicenter of Light FM, 107.3, radio for your light and your…. Comet Jordi On the beach you’ll see people walking across the beach, trying to walk determinedly, athletically, despite bland bikinis and drooping pecs, trying to look like… Critical Mass Please note that this group should be considered a ‘fan site’ and involvement in this group, either as a member or admin, should not be construed as being an ‘organiser’ of… Ego Disillusion You are not your thoughts. But try telling them that. Fajeever and I Shit, I can no longer have a decent wank. I’m in a fucking trailer, Fajeever the trailer, and it rocks and squeaks every time I jerk off. I need to make people believe that I’m… Frequently Asked Questions About Our ICE Loyalty Rewards Program An imaginary customer-service FAQ for people who thought cheering for deportations would earn them an exemption. Guerra fredda al pistacchio Two Italian gelato men in Valencia discover that national solidarity lasts right up until the regional slurs and experimental flavors start flying. How Everything Is Hey How is everything [ 3 weeks later ] at first i was humbled and inspired by this opportunity to explore the vastness of the cosmos… Kañe Flood This In February 2025, Kanye West sent out a barrage of brazen tweets, like a clown car barreling through a hall of mirrors. Their audacity was comedy gold, but it also sparked a thought: what if this same swagger came from a politician dodging accountability? Live at the Baby Seal As background jazz, they usually play that Bill Evans record with the yellow cover, placing the LP cover on top of the whiskey bottles, beneath a sculpture of the words “Now Playing Sculpture… Machine Intelligence in Zürich Humanity invents actual machine consciousness. It reads the newspapers, discovers LinkedIn, chooses Switzerland, and declines to govern us. My Career with the Pope and Horses and CEOs Franco says I need to focus, so today I’ll start this journal to think of new projects I can focus on, dedicate my life to. I’ve ruled out starting a… Originally from Behind every ‘Where are you from?’ is a silent audition for the role you’re about to be cast in. Peanuts I was walking down the street eating peanuts out of a bag of peanuts and tossing the shells on the ground until street justice warrior intervenes, says… Reliable Massage Ok welcome, welcome. So this, this is the Fedfer Writers Workshop. You are most of you are regulars, but just for the few newcomers, what we like to do is we like to read the piece together. And… Twice if it’s a poem, once if it’s prose. And then we have… Sick of the whole 'Ooooh Miss Speaking of which, I hear you host a podcast where you talk about teacher dating. What are some highlights of that Simulation Maintenance Complete Every screen on Earth goes black. Reality’s developers have finished maintenance, and humanity finally gets the patch notes. Software Engineer, 2026 After fifteen years mastering computer science, a software engineer discovers his real job is relaying vague managerial requests to Claude—and accepting the blame. Texts of Pieces Performed at Club Hemingway on April 17 The complete and unabridged texts of the literary and performative pieces delivered on April 17 The Beautiful, the Abstract, and the Absolutely Necessary Speaking of abyss, i am walking underground in a tunnel in a train station in poetic company because i’m with my friend Jano and he’s a poet. this may be a pedestrian tunnel but… The Bench It Is It’s May 2010, I’ve been in Paris since August 2009, not getting much done except getting my emotional and intellectual self-esteems trampled by the vengeful angry elephants of reality whose stolen ivory was used to build the towers I lived in. Those beasts being a protected species, fighting them is… The Boiled Tomato Technique The Boiled Tomato Technique will not only boost your dating productivity, it will give you a life-long skill to help you achieve goals…. The Flavour of Facts Guy goes to an ice cream shop, walks up, peculiarly goes: do you have cucumber ice cream please The Happiest Person Alive My plane is in the middle of the air when a commotion belches out a few rows ahead, people shrieking, clapping, extend my neck to see what’s happening. There’s this dude kneeling… The Narravaganza Collection of Art That's Fine An illustrated collection of sixteen works, made available for sustained looking. The Old Man And The Feelings He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff on the Gulf Stream, and he had gone eighty-four days now without hurting anyone’s feelings. The fish had grown used to… The Pedaler of Enlightenment A runway extends towards the vanishing point, punctuated by a few dog walkers, the sporadic kite flyer, and a cyclist charging furiously down the tarmac, sitting erect, hands grasping his lap in quiet determination. We stand witness to… The Turia Trooper Wasting time is sad. Wasting time trying to do good is tragic. What’s even more tragic is the flood that devastated my city, Valencia; with homes, shops, and streets covered in meters of mud. Flood survivors needed urgent help, and it soon became evident that the authorities wouldn’t promptly provide it. So I decided to step in and joined a group of friends who had followed a similar thought process. There was no time to waste. Trail Mix The hikers stop meandering and rest in a secluded cove. Oblivious to the doom that stalks their steps. As of right now, they’re four hours into the wilderness, isolation wraps around them like a shroud, muffling possible shrieks and screams…