NICHOLAS KATSAFANAS is the author of 3 novels and the founder of The American Association of Fractal Letters (AAFL) and Bleu Velvet Revue

FRACTAL NOVELS


ADULT IMMANENCE
[2026]


SIMULATIONS & FACTS
[2025]


METROPOLIS + ISOSCELES
[2021]

Texts above best read aloud.

Excerpts

Adult Immanence — (01) Untitled (Or: Individualism & The Immanence Of Ibn Arabi) — Episode I

01. 70:82 — 85.4% I whipped my cock back into my light grey Uniqlo slacks, only to quickly recognize I now sported a sizable piss stain right on the face of the pants—the trousers consisted of a new two-tone grey structure, the regular light shade of the factory print contrasting with the dark stain of accidentally expunged urine
02. 82:92 — 89.1% Complicating matters slightly was an in-person meeting I was required to attend, by my count, in less than thirty seconds, so I subsequently stood in a frozen manner in front of the bathroom mirror, glancing a tad flummoxed at this piss stain, which I figured'd be immediately visible to any person occupying my remote vicinity
03. 68:83 — 81.9% In another version of this world I'd casually walk back to my seat and sit by myself at my desk as the piss dried at a natural pace, but my schedule instead coerced me to be in the presence of others who, ideally, I'd prefer not to notice a large pee print on my favorite grey Uniqlo pants
04. 63:76 — 82.9% We'd entered this seemingly irrefutable reality in the world where the concept of intelligence had become basically a pure political construct, that no actual opinion was ever expressed that lacked a surreptitious fascist oligarch funding its dissemination
05. 138:164 — 84.1% Anna Paulina Luna Santa Maria de Prada can pop onto network television as an alleged anti-war activist and tell an American populace that the definition of war is suddenly Boots On The Ground, that unilaterally assassinating the acting leader of a sovereign nation with no Congressional approval at all is actually not, in fact, an act of war, and all of us shrug our shoulders nonchalant because implicitly we've come to conclude that every opinion expressed is simply an extension of this or that surreptitiously operating fascist oligarch
06. 106:126 — 84.1% Every opinion is backstopped by a paid advertiser, even artificial intelligence is basically the same lurid form of regurgitation, and, for that matter, our sincere opinions—now that I think of it—are essentially still just similar abstractions of perhaps an even more elusive tyranny, consumerism as a narcotic inducing a faux individualism where independent opinions become seemingly conceptually achievable
07. 115:137 — 83.9% Scraping a paper towel against a dollop of pee seeped into my Uniqlo pants, for example, was no independent act at all—there existed a form of immanent materialism I was convinced we were missing, and via said oversight we'd instead adopted the religious zealotry of the so-called Market Advocates, where a similar autonomy was alleged to occur, except in this instance it acted as a culmination of countless so-called Rational Decisions made by Intelligent Investors
08. 100:119 — 84.0% The Market was, of course, the moronic final arbiter of veracity and fairness, and shamanic shitstains at places like The Cato Institute spread this gospel of a Christ-Like bond market for decades until, just like the case of Anna Paulina de Prada, we begin believing that no—actually assassinating heads of state out of the blue is simply New Diplomacy, not egregious and indefensible acts of barbaric idiocy