This is what a hundred words looks like.
What you do with them, what they do for you, what they do to other people, is a responsibility that can’t be taken lightly. Words are powerful. They have weight. I say that I know that, but I don’t always act it.
With a hundred words I have built a bridge and torn down a wall. I have attacked my enemies and sacrificed my humanity. I have pretended that the world isn’t endlessly complex and hid caustic beliefs behind inflammatory rhetoric.
I have done a lot of things.
What should I do?