The Knowledge Market
The notebook arrived in a package that was supposed to be books from my college roommate, Danny Kowalski, who had moved to San Francisco after graduation. Instead of books, there was just a thin black notebook with my name written on the cover in Danny's precise, architectural handwriting. Inside, the first page read: Tom, if you're reading this, I'm dead. And whatever you're thinking about...
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