Goldfish is a hard novella to sum up. Following my failure to complete 50k in one November in 2011, I succeeded by allowing myself to write ad hoc, create a collage, and wax poetical across every page. Though you will find merely a sober, chain smoking mind in a world where nobody has a name, but me, J.R.; as I wrote in Starbucks in Wellington Circle the details of a book that is about the train ride to the Wellington Circle Starbucks and the ensuing...