We can write and type line after line, letters linked together, characters speckled about giving meaning to the words around it, yet half the time no one ever knows because we backspace to rewrite what we thought we had miswritten. That sentence before you, is perfect example as I wrote it about three or four time until my brain was satisfied with the flow and appearance -yes appearance of words on a page is the upmost importance- and I can finalize the thought with another punctuation! Sometimes we realize the series we erased or edited was truth we are too afraid to get out into the open world, because our world is just that, an international internet open door policy -one that will forever change the course of history as it is learned in the classroom- and so we do our best to keep what secrets that may outcast us secrets only we have to keep. More likely on my side of the backspace button you will find misspelled words, terrible grammar due to the voices in my head talking faster than my fingers can type and sentences that have no flow and become senseless. Either way I sit and stare, wondering if we could see that which we once erased, the wrongs, the rights, the lies, the truths, whatever we felt wasn’t right at the time. If every key stroke is recorded like a typewriter on its ribbon I would love to read the past and watch it alter my future.