There was a whirlwind of inner turmoil, the kind of storm that brews between a guilty conscience and a knowing instinct. I knew that and I was also the only one who knew what had just happened. It’s easy to blame the tools that built the collapsed house, but at the end of the day, someone is holding the hammer. It really has only one flaw, and, well, it’s not really the button’s fault. One button is responsible for some of the greatest artistic statements of a generation.
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