that is a question. After decades of clandestine meetings and surreptitious signals in public places, the Nutmeg Iluminado broached the possibility of opening a window into our world. From this window we may only throw one small pearl to the swine named John Q. Public, but the window is open…a crack, and you should be glad of it.
That you have read these sparse words means you are an outlier. The right sort of outlier. Standing to the right of the swollen Bell mountain and the bilge of its left-side down slope. Post something connecting Judge Holden, Alex Portnoy and poor old Edgar Derby and we may contact you. For now, hold your nose and return to the huddled masses.