When people I often see but barely know greet me, they usually add a few superfluous words. “What’s up?” is the most common inquiry. And I respond in kind. “Fighting on,” I usually grin and point my thumb upwards. More often than not, the people in question respond with a thumb pointed upwards and a happy grin. The notion that I am fighting on, or that we are fighting on together, is no less than ridiculous, but it is quite effective in preventing further inquiries. Still, I do feel that I am fighting on for true. I am not lying, that is. Although my writing is my only weapon, I keep wielding it with all my might. I am doing my best to pin down, dig out, bring to light, and lay bare all the horrors of my own species. In my zeal, nothing is sacred to me. And I will fight on as long as I live. Come what may, I will also stick to my usual response to the greetings of people around me.