Everything in his life was a one time purchase. He had no storage, no past, never planned a history for any future. He gave you found things in wrappings of used garbage -he moved these pieces of things in order for you to find them later to make them new again, or, because he favored no dogs in this life, he might of just passed on leaving mysteries. He gave away memories by the steps left on the places as he walked away, showing by example the wearing down of a life though the constant pounding of an unrepentant pogo stick marking the pace of his unmeasured strides. He gradually lost each tooth one at a time. The lesson was the watching. He died alone. I didn't think to return anything of me to him, but he wouldn't have found it if I'd I left it, he wouldn't have looked at all.
I met a man claiming to be Satoshi Nakamoto outside a building I work at near the SF train station. He asked to talk to me. He was white, 50ish, with a 3 day beard that seemed trim. He was dressed in high quality, slightly worn Patagonia gear. He spoke in a quiet voice and didn’t appear obviously crazy after a brief talk with him. He said that he had worked with people in the building that I’m at, but was confused about the details. “You ever had amnesia?,” he said, not knowing who he was talking to. “It’s like that.” Having enjoyed our talk - he then asked if I would do him a favor and, “get the message out that I’m back in town —that’s all,” he said, “They’ll figure the rest out. “ “marshallmathersfoundation.com,” he added,“ they’ll need to know that. “ He’s wearing bright orange gaiters if interested. He’s probably going to be around for a while. He’s maybe nutty, but since he didn’t bring up Deuteronomy during our conversation, I’m giving hi...