This is a long-lost masterpiece of the East Village, New York. It goes way back. It should not be confused with a regular book. There is no plot or running narrative, but even so, it might be the greatest book ever written about the insane asylum that is New York City. It crosses genre lines of fiction, non-fiction and poetry, and is redemptive in some way that is nearly inexplicable. Wash your troubles away with "The Forgotten Papers" and get one good laugh per page—guaranteed—to boot!