Truman Lamb, age seventeen. Truman Lamb, father of hundreds. This is the man who chose not to exist, and as a result I have the life I now live. Or more like, he chose to continue existing as the rest of the world accepted a number. A number that he correctly predicted to someday become …
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In one of my first blog posts I shared about how my great-grandfather chose to not receive his social security number and why he thought it was the Mark of the Beast. In this blog post I am going to share why I have also chosen to not receive the number, and why I believe …
I am no longer human, merely another number. Nothing more than cattle, to be done with as they see fit. My face is invisible; all that matters is the string of digits tattooed on my skin—this is me, I am theirs. This is my identity, this is my prison. Do I exist? Am I alive? …
"I read your last blog and what you said about being sixteen and asking yourself 'why do I have to have my beliefs?' resonated with me. I'd love to read how you came to terms with having certain beliefs or convictions that limit you from living the 'normal American' life. Assuming that you have come …
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The Girl Who Doesn't Exist 