It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. It was the age of free internet, it was the era of paid opinion. It was the spring of secular poetry, it was the autumn of humanity at war. It was the season of royal luxury, the suffocation of stale smoke. It was the epoch of spectacular stages, and the epic of finer masks. It was the bright days of crowded streets, it was the gloomy nights of empty homes. It was the fragrant time for love, it was the solemn hour of insanity. It was the unchained midnight of free women, it belonged to the hangover of freed beasts. A tale of two cities: Head and Heart #YQBaba
