good ideas come and go, good people take drugs.

a book of hope, dispersed throughout a city (when i say of hope, i mean about hope, not hopeful, if anything cynical). possibly at a hopeful event, like a parade, or circus, or festival, or carnival. carnies are strange people mostly, but one time i saw a girl working at a carnival who was really hot. it made me think long and hard about what kind of sexual expeditions she lead while traveling with the carnival, maybe even something with members of the freak show in it.. i'm sure they're really nice people, possibly well hung. the message of this book will be simple and obvious, people live for hope, people hope for different things, often meaningless, and always foolish, finite things. people will read this book and think long and hard about what they hope for and what it means to them. they will wonder what value life has. they will reconcider god. their birth will seem less like an ambiguous beginning and more like an elephant showing up in the front yard of your isolated suburban home with no explanation. then on the back, for emphasis, a razorblade.