The digital age is facing its first existential crisis: the impossibility of erasing your posted past and moving on.
It was late in the evening when K. arrived. The village was deep in snow. The Castle hill has hidden, veiled in mist and darkness, nor was there even a glimmer of light to show that a castle was there. On the wooden bridge leading from the main road to the village, K. stood for a long time gazing into the illusory emptiness above him.
~ "The Castle" by Kafka