you won't understand

There is a man sat on a bench looking intensely confused and uncomfortable.

He sits and shifts and holds his stomach, alternating between winces and sharp exhalations.

There is something wrong with his innards, that much is clear to even a casual observer.

A ‘digestive problem’, he tells his friends.

But it isn’t a problem. What he has is a digestive solution, which, he would tell you, is worse.

He went to the doctor once. ‘You won’t understand’, he told the him, ‘it’s complicated’.

After a short physical inspection where nothing was found the doctor had asked for a sample and the man had reluctantly obliged.

When he came back with the sample in a small sanitary jar the doctor eyed it curiously.

‘What is it?’, he had asked the man.

‘I think it’s a solution to the Riemann hypothesis… at least that’s what the label says’.

Sure enough when the doctor put on his glasses and looked at the small sheet of paper in the jar he could just make out the tiny letters that made the title: ‘Riemann Proof’, it said.

‘I…. I don’t understand’, said the doctor, ‘what is it?’