Sharlet: I’m using the thinnest of threads to tie my friend Kio’s new blog, Municipal Archive, toThe Revealer, a momentary mistaken notion of religion: “On a crowded corner,” writes Kio, “there’s a young man with tight shoulders and clipped hair. Tourists surround him but he doesn’t see them, he’s staring out across the street into the far distance of his imagination. His hands are moving in a pattern that repeats, it seems for a moment like genuflection: father, son, holy ghost. But it’s not, the motions are more intricate and subtle than a hastily drawn cross. He flicks two fingers at his chin, and suddenly I see that his finger are talking, it’s sign language, and by the long stare it is clear that his hands are talking to himself. He says the same thing over and over until at last the light changes and his hands drop to his sides, his fingers still moving like pistons, muttering at the sidewalk.” Municipal Archive is entirely comprised of such moments, real life scenes from the city of Ben Katchor’s imagination, transmitted to experience by way of Vincent McHugh’s ghostly inspiration, and transcribed by Kio.