We are born into stories already in progress; scripts written in zoning codes, lease clauses and immigration memos. The chain isn't always metal; sometimes its silence, sometimes it's policy. Survival isn't passive, it's political. Every exception carved by tenants, immigrants, and harm reductionists is not a glitch in the system, it's a blueprint for rupture. In a world that criminalizes existence, the art of breaking through begins with the refusal to be erased.