This is a Dremain Fowler author of the Humanity Archive, recovering the soul of Black History from a white-washed American myth.

Through telling the stories of the human experience, I am always seeking to show as Frederick Douglass said

that a smile has no nation, and a tear has no nationality, and that immaterial things like music and art and stories can bring us together and bridge the gap of our differences.

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Because voices are what remind us even at great distances.

That we're human.

When I wake up, my earbuds are still in my ears. My phones tucked into my armpit.

I opened my mouth to ask the question, but I'm strangely embarrassed.

You are so wondering if it was all a dream, aren't you?

No, I'm...

Don't lie.

You're not a dream.

I see the confusion. We were up pretty late talking, like a middle school sleepover.

Oh shit.

You have to go to work?

Yeah. And like, soon...

Can I come?

People at the office are so used to me having earbuds in my ears. It's not that big a difference.

Taking the reports?

Yeah. Actually, I take one out to talk to Vic.

I had a quick question about them. It's just so many reports are ear marks, life after it.

We don't want to break those into subcategories.

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