Burt is a guy who steals computers for the content. Steals central processing units, disks, peripherals, all storage. Checks it out. Sorts it. Categorizes it. Likes digital sticky notes, email. Packages the words, ideas, lives contained. Sells them to dry writers, blocked writers. Huge money. City filled with dry writers. Need one great idea. Dismiss what comes out of their own heads. Too easy. One day people like Burt will stand in front of the coffee shop at St. Mark’s and Third Avenue and sell content alongside somebody’s pants, mate-less shoes and broken phones. Burt is not his name. Who walks around without pants?
