In 2009, I was foolish enough to write a novel on this medium. Ridiculous. It is all vapor now. Much like life. The past is a stale whisper. The future is unknown, shaped by our mistakes. Now is all there is. Make now count.
Perhaps we have misjudged the people for or against us. Perhaps we will find out our error of judgment. Or perhaps not. Justice is a fickle aberration. One thing is certain: life is short. It gets shorter when we ignore the obvious.