January 4th
Why am I writing this? I mean, looking out at the world there is not going to be anyone that reads it. I guess this is just my personal testament. I failed to stop what was happening and I failed to find my glee and I failed to pursue it. And that makes me one of the good ones. One of the people that didn’t… Well, I didn't participate. I don’t want to get too far ahead of myself. I need to get this down in the order it happened. Maybe nobody will read it. Maybe some future civilization will come to earth and read it. I doubt any human other than me will read it. If they can
I’m just a guy sitting here, writing things down to pass the day. I’m not important beyond the fact that I saw what happened and can relate it to this paper in front of me.
But I wish we could go back and stop this set of messages. They were like little bombs disguised as innocuous messages in a bottle floating on a sea of other messages.
They seemed so innocent.
Remember when tweets were innocent messages sent out like that? Cat pictures, maybe a political argument every now and then, perhaps a discussion of what a person was eating? It all seemed so innocent back then.
Not anymore.
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