Twitter has its moments. It can be a dark and disturbing place at times, but a place where armchair heroes, hiding behind their laptops and shrouded by the anonymity of internet pour bile on those who dare to be different from them or express opposing views.
It's also a wonderful gateway to the world. A network of endless connections that can introduce you to anybody and take you anywhere.
On Friday - miraculously - it took me to 1994, to the Midwest via a woman in Lancaster I've never met (thank you @girlonatrain and the Independent book review section. It took me to The End of Vandalism by Tom Drury, a book I read in what feels like a different lifetime, but that has just been republished in the UK by Óld Street Publishing.
The Independent's reviewer mistakenly suggests Vandalism has not been published before in the UK. But my copy a 21-year-old paperback - that may actually belong to my brother - says it was published by Minerva in 1994. It's a book I have carried around through seven different houses to its current resting place on a shelf.
It's a book I've never quite forgotten, but couldn't quite remember. It tells the tale of the town of Grouse, in middle America, and three particular inhabitants. I don't remember a lot more, but I remember how much I enjoyed it.
A second Independent writer - James Kidd - says this of it, here: "I’m still not 100 per cent certain what was the best novel released in 1994, but I am 98 per cent sure that I have just read the finest one published this year. The End of Vandalism is a masterpiece."
I'm going to read it again.