A path is a prior interpretation of the best way to traverse a landscape.

Getting lost was not a matter of geography so much as identity, a passionate desire, even an urgent need, to become no one and anyone, to shake off the shackles that remind you who you are, who others think you are.

I walk wherever my errands take me.

Walking . . . is how the body measures itself against the earth.

Having the right to show up and speak are basic to survival, to dignity, and to liberty.

Writing is saying to no one and to everyone the things it is not possible to say to someone.

I was not going to surrender to the status quo and corporate insistence that ordinary people have no power and influence.