Did anonymity exist before the written word? Did text make possible a voice with no name? I am at once both in love with and repulsed by the universal and irresponsible potential of this. There was a time when what was said could only be said directly, or by virtue of the lubrication of a certain personal trust. Today I take for granted the possibility of countless anonymous venues, thanks first to writing and then, now, to recording and duplication. Today origin is no longer obvious.
Duplication. I can duplicate a text; I can use this same process for duplicity. Must authorship always be taken on faith? I fear yes, and I am delighted.