Running from the self → Reclaiming the self.

Chapter Nine of Reimagining Rebellion. The motor that never shuts off, the verdict that was never coming, and the first time the body is asked to move.

Every chapter until now, the work has been to see. To name the machine, the trade, the numbness, the wall, the roles you wore. That work is finished. You understand it, all the way into the bone.

And understanding isn’t the same as stopping. You can know completely that the armor was never your fault and still be moving too fast to feel the shame of havi…