I am not a unique, beautiful snowflake.
I am unique, yes, but not beautiful, and I know this, for I was robbed long ago
of the delusion that makes most people's existence bearable: the assumption
that someone is watching.
There are compensations. This lie produces as much pain as it does comfort,
Nevertheless, I shall not add to the sea of white noise that is the true
threat to our freedom of speech, a threat because the mundane drowns out the
meaningful, and the freedom to speak implies the freedom to be heard.
Censorship is less deadly than a ocean of humanity screaming separate
banalities of the top of separate voices, and vanishing in a meaningless wall
Everyone wants to be unique, special. But if everyone is unique, then no
If you wish to discover me, read what I have written.