The Minimalist's Masterpiece

A novelist walks into a bar and orders a drink. The bartender asks, "Working on anything new?" The writer sighs, "I've been staring at a blank page for three months." The bartender nods sympathetically. "Writer's block?" "No," the writer replies, "I'm a minimalist. That IS the novel. The critics call it 'a profound meditation on emptiness.' I call it 'deadline anxiety with artistic justification.'"