Excerpted this from a Disease called Freedom: Whether or not to run was never an option but to run toward or to run from is the constant critical dilemma. What? I asked is there to get inside of and what is there to shed like snake back rainbows? A narrative of questions justifies my stunningly unusual plight and helps me feel more certain of my direction. Our story is how we meet in the middle of a river of contradictions and smile at each other, not understanding why, but feeling an urge to embrace what each other needs. A new world is made of this. This world is only ours if we can change it. Not ours as in real estate but ours as in the product of what we dream into form. The ghost of Sekou Sundiata haunts me with, "go back (Drapetomaniac); you can’t be free by yourself. The loneliness alone will kill you." So I went back; I looked back to stories of another time and found voices speaking words of the Andoumboulou.