The Answer | Black Sheep Fiction

"I’m afraid I’ll end up like you—obsessed with making up nonsensical equations to justify an outcome I can’t prove."

This column is usually reserved for Black Sheep Poetry, but today’s weekly reflection along the lonely road away from collective chaos comes from a short story. Standing tall in a culture pushing us to make our individuality second to the group doesn’t just require intellectual strength, but emotional fortitude.

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