 That was where the story ended, and it had both this sense of hope when I encountered it, but also this sense of heartbreak because, of course, there was a space where this could be said, this could be written about, this could be published, but it still had that veil of invisibility, that anonymity that was this layer of protection that other folks that would write in about, you know, being a taxi driver didn't have to, you know, make their name anonymous.