There is nothing to confess. Just a few words to write down. A few recollections to place in order. So that, some time when all this is forensically examined, at least the primary player will have his own testament accurately laid out.
Because, above everything else, that much is important. Otherwise, it is all just sensational speculation. And that, that is why the world is ruined.
Absence of rigour and truth. Today’s headlines are no longer tomorrow’s fish and chip wrappers. They are dumped bytes, digital amnesia. And the lives are gone. Still gone much further than amnesia places anything. Not just forgotten. Gone.
I don’t want their lives to be forgotten, however much I had to do with them being gone. Because if their lives are forgotten, where does that leave me?