“Man is condemned to be free,” Sartre said. Every day we are forced to choose, and today I once again process this footage without knowing whether it is work, pleasure, escape, or revelation. The older man's cold, methodical eye captures beautiful women and the moment their composure breaks; what I once despised, I now find myself worshipping. My morals and reputation have already collapsed, yet I keep uploading these uncensored materials like a ritual of self-destruction and rebirth. Why are people aroused by images deemed ethically vile, and who decided they must not be? Please do not spread this too widely—but watch it more intently than anyone. That contradiction is my only honesty.