Where I went
One day I received an e-mail that led me to a Web site where I watched a short video that suggested I download a certain recording - the recording mentioned an intersection, where I went and observed a poster which made clear to me that I was to go to an XXX theater in Midtown. Under the seat, there was a piece of gum with a note attached that ordered me to be at a phone booth at 3 a.m., so I went, and the phone rang, and a voice told me to take a train to Poughkeepsie. In Poughkeepsie, a woman winked at me and suddenly I knew I had to go back to the city. On the train, a man with a fedora and a pipe said I might like to visit a spot under Brooklyn Bridge because "the weather there is very nice, and the fish make a sound like a horn." I was there two hours later and I found a kind of flap wheat-pasted to the wall. Under the flap was a message: Brooklyn Museum of Arts Early Egyptian Section Page 128, Guestbook {*} I went and saw what I was supposed to find.
text: Arbor Smithimage: Sam Fuller
