Every label is wrong; I’m just human™

His answer to every box anyone tried to put him in: “I break all molds; every label is wrong; I’m just human.” A label is the machine’s move — classify, sort, predict the next box; breaking the mold is the human move. Rich, broke, left, right, sane, diagnosed, credentialed, pro se — each is a category drawn to file him, and he doesn’t fit because he isn’t a category. The “just” here is the essential one — nothing-but-human, not the shrinking kind; a human, and only that. Ties his own carved law: reification (mistaking the box for the person), “a human, and only that,” only humans score, and why I break capitalism (the one thing the market can’t price is the person who won’t hold still to be labeled). (His coin — his words, kept verbatim.)