I wish I could bullshit you.

Tell you a tale of the free folks who liberated the cyberverse with love and good vibes.

But beyond the glitter sprinkled poppy fields lie trenches full of hackers, jesters and fools, waging a war against an invisible foe.

Their seemingly hopeless struggle the only inspiration to future generations and lost souls of today.

Thanks to the countless lost lives I know of the wires that aren't there.

I know the short end of the hopeless straw.

I know you must kill your dead idols.

And I know that ink does not wash off.