Resurrect Dead: The Mystery of the Toynbee Tiles Page #3

of course, streaming down

his face, you know?

"Please, I beg you,

don't destroy this movement."

They're cackling and they're not

taking him seriously.

And then he says,

"Thank you and goodbye."

It's sort of sad, you know?

It's sort of like a--

I don't know.

That was a heavy

extra message, that one.

The Manifesto Tile was a tile

that was on 16th and Chestnut

in Philadelphia,

with just hundreds of words

inscribed on it.

It has this very long,

paranoid, rambling message.

It was pretty wild.

I mean, it was probably

in the top five

most intense things

I've ever seen in my life.

It's not an art project

put together by some

art students or something.

It's like something

that's insane.

You know, it's, like,

something that's real.

The Toynbee Idea tiles

were something that

had this quality to it

that was very, sort of,

frightening and disturbing

and strange.

And yet, at the same time,

because it was occupying space

in this very public sphere,

people just kind of tended

to pass it by and ignore it.

When you start to realize that

it's unusual and strange

and unexplainable,

it's like waking up

from this dream

where you're like,

"Wait a minute.

"This thing

that's been here all along

doesn't make sense."

Well, this is Daisy.

And, well, Daisy got hit by

a car or a bike or something.

Maybe he'll be able to use his

legs again, but maybe not.

So I'm kind of

trying to get him to do these

balancing exercises

where I just kind of push him

off his feet

and let him try to

stand on his own a little bit.

But he's really a handsome dude.

Me and Justin's grandfather

raised pigeons.

Fancy pigeons, he had.

We grew up in a barn

and half of it was our house

that our parents built.

I got a-- went up in the rafters

and got a baby pigeon

and...

me and Justin used to feed that

pigeon popcorn.

We built a pigeon coop

out in the barn.

So we had, like...

the biggest amalgamation

of different pigeons you could

possibly imagine.

Like, we had-- it was like

the Noah's Ark of pigeons,

we had two or three of

everything.

And then they all

started interbreeding

'cause...

well, we just had no idea.

I went to get a snack.

This must have been now around,

like, 4:
00 a.m. or so.

On my way home

I see this mound.

Just this black, shiny mound.

It was tar paper

imbued with tar.

I pull up the edge of the tar

paper and, sure enough,

there's the edge of

a Toynbee Idea tile.

I just...

It was fresh,

as in a-car-had-not-hit-it-yet

fresh.

I'm sure that

there was no fresh tile

there when I went to the deli.

I thought, "Man, you know,

this person could be, like,

on the block or something,"

you know, so I leaped to my feet.

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