I wrote a book.

It’s called The Social Object.

And now—I read it aloud.

Into a microphone. In a room. Sometimes alone. Sometimes with others.

What does that mean? Do I just read?

No. I breathe life into words that were once still. I carry them from the page into the air. I test them. I wonder about them. I let them echo, and I let them be overheard. I ask: does this text still work when spoken? Does it touch something in you, the way it did in me when I first wrote it?

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