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 Saturday, August 17, 2002

Lessig's Words.

Read them here .

[...] Nothing's changed. Except, your freedom, which has increasingly been taken away by those who recognize that the future is against them and they have the power in D.C. to protect themselves against that future. Free society be damned.

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Old St. Paul's

On Charles Street on the hill sits Old St. Paul's, an Episcopal/Anglican church of some size. It is made of stone and looms above you as you make your way up the hill.

Its doors are made of glass and thru them you can look inside. You can see the pews, the alter, the stained glass window, and the vaulted ceiling of the sanctuary -- day or night even if the doors are locked.

I peer in, and then I continue up the hill.

To the right of the doors, out of the way, hidden from the common view, sitting in front of two massive columns, a man with ragged hair and ragged clothes sits asleep with his head slumped forward lying on his lap.

He has nowhere to go.

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Baltimore, MD
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