Several Agents of the Poorly Kept Secret Society have been, for several years now, tracking a curious tag around the Denver Metropolitan Area:
The expertly formed tag was most compelling in concept: Fevers kept true to the name. The tag popped up in many media, in many places: marker on electrical boxes, aerosol on retaining walls, bridges, road signs, billboards, on and on and on. The tag itself was a fever, infecting the city. The pace was frenetic, with a new manifestations of the Fevers disease popping up overnight. Like the landscape itself was in the throws of the fever. Or, perhaps, the tag itself was a symptom of some strange new social disease, a disease which compelled the poor patient to endlessly deface property all night: Turrets with spray cans. It was disturbing and compelling. Agents eagerly, yet with trepidation, sought out the next boil, the next rash, the next unusual locale for the obsessive Fevers tag to manifest.
And then… nothing. Agents report that, though a few of Fevers tags remain, there have been no new cases to report in months. The Poorly Kept Secret Society asks “what has happened to Fevers”?
Perhaps Fevers recovered, no longer compelled to scribble on lampposts and abandoned cars. Perhaps Fevers has been arrested: sentenced to probation and community service. Sobered by the experience, perhaps Fevers has given up the lifestyle. Perhaps Fevers only tagged to keep the mind occupied through the Great Recession and now, gainfully employed in a cushy recovery job (I imagine building solar panels on a hefty government contract…) perhaps Fevers has no time, no energy to devote to the sickness. Perhaps Fevers escaped the compulsive allure of Denver’s streets, and now fights the urge to infect some other town.
Whatever the reason, the fever has broken.
Some Agents of the Poorly Kept Secret Society are saddened. Some hope for a relapse.