I was out riding today and met an unusual man by the name of Michel Nostradamus. He was a curious man. I would not call him charming or anything like it. Quite the opposite, he spoke with a candor that might get him arrested in some circles. And yet he had a presence. His gaze seemed to penetrate right through me. It was remarkable.
Michel gave me this drawing which he said was for a macchina da scrivere. It is for a sort of box covered in buttons. By pressing the various buttons one has not the need for penmanship. It is a very strange concept. I thought it was some elaborate joke, but Michel seemed convinced that it is how we will carry on our activities in the next few years, as soon as he can put his drawing into production.