It was good to be writing again. He had delusions of future grandeur-and he was fully aware that they were delusions. Probably. If he could find a way to get it out there, anything could happen.

Working at the copy shop had given him one idea-pragmatic and less than glamorous, but workable. The obvious starting point was to produce a sheet of writing and run a bunch of photocopies.

His first plan was to open up a few of the Herald newspaper boxes and insert his pages into the stack of papers by hand one morning. That plan had evolved. Now he was planning to design a page that looked exactly like the front page of the Herald, but with fake headlines and photographs, and affix it to the inside of the display glass on the boxes.

He just had to decide what to write about, and what pictures to put on the front. This one wouldn’t even need much in the way of text-the headlines were the most important, and then a few lines of text, but there would be no complete story, since it was just a front page.