Do you want to pretend that James Franco is your boyfriend reading you stories after midnight in bed? Here's what to do: Get a projection screen, put it next to your bed, scale the projection to actual size, dim the lights, curl up with a body pillow that smells like what you think he smells like, take an Ambien, drink some red wine and get really sleepy/tipsy/delusional, click play:
The story is Amie Barrodale’s “William Wei,” from issue 197 of The Paris Review, which, sadly, he reads from his iPhone.
