good morning, dear reader. i want to tell you the story of these stickers, which are stored forever on one of the drawers of my office. last year i went to a conference on nyc. it’s called farcon. lots of cool people from all over the world gathered there, not only to talk about farcaster, but to just *be in relationship with each other* like a high school. or the old group of your friends when growing up. some of them doing one thing. others doing something else. but always with a thread of connection that bonded us unconsciously so on this conference there was a hackathon. and i took it seriously. I didn’t know what to do, so i took the self absorbed route (as i always do) and decided to go on a walk through nyc to get some inspiration i walked and walked. then i entered a smoke store. bought a joint. it is not legal enough in chile so this novelty was something great for me. i enjoyed it. and weed helps my self absorption. so i came back to walk on steroids now witnessing everything around me with the eyes of a newborn. giving it all space in my awareness nyc is such a magical place. because of one thing above everything else: it’s people there are infinite stories going from one place to another. moving *through life* telling their story and suddenly i came across a saxophone player. he was playing on the street. i sat down next to him. to let all the experience i was having sink in. we talked a bit. we enjoyed each others company and his music was out of this world so i told him what i was there for. and more than that: “i have an idea” it is time to shatter reality into preconceived boxes through the exercise of my capacity for transforming that idea into a reality. so i will stop this glorious moment we are having with each other here and come back later, after programming it, so that you can *be part of it practically* so we said goodbye. i told him i would come back to that exact place in 3 hours with a solution to a problem that he had i scanned his situation for a problem. and saw on farcaster a solution to it FARCODE the name of it was clear enough in my head. so i went away. sat on a coffee shop. and built it in 30 minutes a QR code that he could put there and that would take the scanner to his farcaster profile, where anyone could send him money with as few friction as possible farcaster solves identity in a novel way and money flow along it it is too clear for me. it was back then and i had it ready so it was time to go back and look for this person. the saxophone player of the corner of nyc but what corner? i spent the next 2.5 hours walking in circles around where I thought i had encountered him and never ever found him again was he a mirage?