Originally written February 21, 2006
I live everyday of my life in some sort of fantasy dreamscape; cold and brutal reality has descended everywhere else but the fairytale I wake up to every morning.
I would not tolerate this behavior from anyone else and there is no reason to expect less at this particular junction. Redemption? In redemption, there is a finality. In reality, there is only the consequences of what you have done staring back at you tomorrow. And never in between shall the two meet. Its time to take this project out of the basement. Like a monkey shot off in to space, our justification is the only one that will ever matter. When I see God, I'll just tell him I was framed.
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