Okay, well, if motion is the constant, how can I remain in motion?
Mostly I try to be the best example of me that I can be.
You can call me namastunde or surfatunde. Either works.
By the time I got to Harvard, I feel like I knew who I was, and my job there was to throw as much against the wall as possible, to see what would stick.
I don't know that I'm post-anything. I'd like to think maybe I'm post-bullshit.
Knowing that "me" is inextricably linked to blackness, [I try to enjoy] the process of expanding beyond the expected boundaries set by existing culture, norms and media.