And so it was, in the first pale hours of a year just barely opening its eyes, that minds were altered and perspectives surgically skewed.

Seismic, not the gradual drip drip drip that leads to a natural shift.

An abrupt CRUNCH of horrible realisation: disillusionment extreme.

Not fair, not right, not just – not anything.

Truth.

Whether you can bear the metal taste of it in your dry mouth or not, truth is coming for you and acknowledging it will not even begin to set you free.