The Nine-Minute Voice Note

I sent a voice note to a friend about a party I was dreading. It was nine minutes long, mostly me complaining about the host. I’d sent it to the party group chat, which the host was in, because she made it. Four people had already listened. The host replied, “Thanks for coming anyway!” I went. I brought a very expensive bottle. She put it in a cupboard, unopened, while looking at me. I haven’t been invited anywhere since.

Nine minutes, unedited, released to the exact people it was about. That isn't a voice note. It's your legacy.