As I promised (or threatened), I am providing links to stories by my nephew Addison Hart, who goes by the nom de guerre of ‘Addison Zeller’ for fear of the international law enforcement agencies that have been looking for him ever since that disagreeable business with the armored car in Antwerp. We need not go into that here, however.
So, some of his fictions can be found here, and here, and here, and here, and here, and even here. For those tempted to explore his oeuvre further, despite his disagreements with Interpol, here is a larger index of links.
You may notice from his photo that he is prematurely bald. Curiously enough, the first time I met him he also had very little hair on his head. I have the impression that somewhere in between he had full and flowing locks, but that may be no more than a trick of memory.
The Robert Walser of deranged late-capitalist vibes.
I'm a big fan.
"Buildings burned quickly, before they were recognized" is one of my favourite sentences I've read this year