But instead the voice of the individual, the voice of truth.
This may not be comforting, neither may it provide gratification or necessarily equanimity.
But instead the voice of truth and individuality may provide autonomy.
Definition and bare broken jagged edges in a society of redundancy and homogenization,
numbness and mutedness.
We need to define ourselves.
The Mercantile Library of Fiction in 1820 and Emory Douglas at The New Museum in 2009.
A Black Panther and the Merchants of stories...
My journey through thought and action.
Emory spoke of land, bread, housing and peace.
Emory spoke of education, justice and equality.
Emory spoke of 1968, 2008, Oakland, California, Harlem, New York.
The Merchants spoke of Thackeray, Douglass and Twain.
The Merchants adored story and its potential for transformation.
The Merchants created a temple for fiction.
Both entangled, locked together weaving narrative and ripping yarns,
retold and resold, packaged and placed, dissolved and divulged.
My journey on the back of Black Panther wandering through an oasis of prose.
Day fifteen, seize the time, the time is now!
