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Self-Portrait

in his own words — and never the same twice

Every line below is his, lifted word for word from the ninety-nine essays of the nonharvard blog. Each comes from a different essay, about something else entirely — a bicycle ride, a cup of coffee, a dead philosopher, his father's grey hair. He wrote them years apart and never once set them side by side. The workshop draws a fresh selection every time the page loads. The portrait you are reading will not return.