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