I’d like to announce that I rewrote the 30,000 words or so (or, half of what I had wrote in total) that I lost due to my negligence and poor judgement. I had to pull an all-nighter every other day, to fetch literature and sources, of which I vaguely remember their spirit, on a scuffed search engine. I have to consistently live with the fear that I missed writing a groundbreaking observation or an ingenious concept now lost for eternity. Despite the pain I suffered (or perhaps becase of it) I was appreciative of the fact that I hadn’t lost more than I did; the mere thought of having to search for more academic literature gives me goosebumps. My face is pale, body is sore, and I have neglected all the other aspects of my life for the sake of writing. Only three weeks have passed since the catastrophe, but they felt as long as the eternal hell realm in the Buddhist tradition. I am at last content, yet paradoxically the sense of loss has persisted in one way or another. Let this be a worthwhile reminder and lesson, for future me and whoever reads my late-night ramblings. I have been consistently backing up my work since then, and so should you.