Deserter 36 transcended electricity. “I’m sick of all this lurid and tawdry convenience,” read a message written in charcoal on a strip of tree bark and posted to his publicist’s account on a popular social networking site.
An account registered to a man who appeared to be a main boss of the army commented on the post shortly after its initial appearance. “YOU HAVE TO USE IT,” he said in regular old typed letters.
The next day, a second photo of tree bark appeared.
“No, fuck you guys, being a dick in this way is permitted,” the faint charcoal lettering spelled.
