đź§Ť‍♂️ The Naked Dreadlocked Man: A Symbol? That lone figure in Sproul Plaza—naked, dreadlocked, pursued slowly by campus police—isn’t just a quirky anecdote. He’s a metaphor. A reminder that Berkeley’s soul isn’t dead, just buried under layers of compliance and caution. He’s not protesting. He’s existing. And in a world of curated identities and algorithmic outrage, that’s radical. He’s not leading a movement. He’s being a mood. A living relic of a time when being weird was a political act.

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