Some very light pieces of "micro fiction" and several thought-provoking tales about authenticity.
What is authentic about a work of translation? Is it art?
What if you are genuinely attached to ambition and material success? Isn't inauthentic to behave otherwise?
What is the very best thing in the world? What could possibly qualify as such?

Sure, there were a couple of clunkers. But hey, I still buy albums too.