Friday, April 11th, 2008
I purchased this for $1 back in 1992 from an old man who sat on the sidewalk between 8oth and 81st streets on Manhattan’s Upper West Side. I don’t know that the jpeg picture will do it justice – but if you can magnify it – you’ll see the incredible detail that went into this. There are numerousÂ messages here – some coded in some cryptic manner – others moreÂ discernable.Â I found itÂ so facinating that I went back and bought several more copies. He was a gray, grizzled old gentlemanÂ who spoke not a word – and had several copies of these printed off lying under a coffee mug to which a small $1 sign was taped. His eyes never left the sidewalk as I approached and placed my money in the cup. He simply pulled out a sheet and pushed it forward.
I could look at this for hours and question…the symbols – where did they come from? What do they mean? What do they stand for? Who was this man? Where did he come from? What does it all mean?Â The mystery intrigues.
So – I made up my own answers. The old man was Kilgore Trout – and this piece of paper is the combination to unlocking the secret keys to the universe.
Go to it.
Time, I absolve myself of your vow to vanquish me.