It is the graveyard of the subconscious... where all the pain, pleasure, memories, tragedies and everything else go to linger on in a kind of undeath... still there... but not.
It's squirrels, not hackers, that are the chief threat to a stable power grid.
Madness string 2837
I've noticed that it's easy for people to put things in categories. Like this is all bad, or this is all good. And I tend to keep weighing the complexities of this whole situation. What is manipulation and what is consent? What motivations are pure? And the reason I don't want you to know my real name or see my real face is that I don't want to be defined by those who would judge me for the choices that I made. Anyone can make the decisions that I made.