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  • I felt it in my gut. For this, for now, in some ways at least, I want to be anonymous.

    Out of fear? Yes. Compartmentalization? Sure. But I also wanted freedom from some simpler sense of authorship or ownership or ego.

    Lost my job, found an Occupation.

    These words would have no power without the hundreds in the park, and the thousands in the streets. A sign does not want a signature.

    To continue, though, I must admit that these are my shoes: I am blulaces and blulaces is me.
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