You are behind again. Here it is dark and safe.
Facelessness feels pure.

There is value in nonvalue. A positive in “no,” an identity in nonidentity. We are born teetering on a mess already,
atop an inheritance of genes, a lineage, a pre-determined environment.
Like Rauschenberg’s palimpsest of a de Kooning sketch, erasure can create new value.
Negative space becoming a space of its own. Nothingness, which is like clear, pure water.

But it must be said the anonymous are often hateful, aren't they?