Perhaps we should start with a bit of Q and A. Like "who is this guy and what's Below the Fold". Funny you should ask...




Hmm, who am I? Such a difficult question. Do you know that guy you see on the street corner, screaming about bad weather, lamenting the cost of jellybeans down at the corner store, outlining a plan for the redistribution of the world's wealth, kicking his boots against the sidewalk in time with some lost tune in his head, laughing at the absurdity of man, crying in shame, drawing pictures of forgotten faces, singing black-and-blue ballads, spinning tall tales and whispering intimate secrets, confessing long-buried sins, looking a little thin and sleep deprived, with shaggy hair and beard -- both of varying lengths, with scraps of paper spilling out of his pockets, splattered with ink stains, looking a little out of balance -- like he's walking a tightrope in his head and ready to take the big fall any second, looking as if he's spent his share of moonless nights in the back corner of smoky bars, the kind of guy who materializes out of the backseat of a black Lincoln with suicide doors, with a train schedule in his back pocket and a look of desperation in his eyes, like he knows something bad is happening somewhere but he doesn't know how to get there to stop it, kicking himself a little too hard to be amusing, wearing a bleeding heart on his dirty sleeve, sending hopeless invitations, ducking into the alley?...

That's me.

Below the Fold was an organic idea. I was kicking around in the attic and found a map with strange symbols that somehow made sense, took my shovel and pick-axe, went digging around in the condemned section of an old warehouse area of town, and there it was.. just waiting for me to discover. And so I threw it in my backpack and installed it here, to share with you.

I think it's a relic from an ancient civilization, the energy is too good and it brings out such nice and resonant thoughts in the people that come in contact with it. For those folks who enjoy scratching the surface and looking for hidden clues to the meaning of this crazy world, Below the Fold is here for you. I'm just the caretaker -- the weird guy with strange habits who keeps the lamp burning and locks up at night.

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Make sense? If not, maybe this will help...