This place is killing me. Not since the days of horse and crier have I seen such community encouraged ignorance and spite. It burns me. Sometimes I think if they could see Atlas, they would decry his lack of consideration for acrophobiacs, and curse Icarus for his aspiration to climb beyond their lackluster dreams. It’s so easy to speak to each other these days, but you still manage to shut yourselves in. I would tell you to be ashamed, but who would listen to a friend these days.

