Full circle. A new terror born in death, a new superstition entering the unassailable fortress of forever. I am legend.

What condemnation could possibly be more harsh than one’s own, when self-pretense is no longer possible?

Chris Nielsen: Thank you for every kindness. Thank you for our children. For the first time I saw them. Thank you for being someone I was always proud to be with. For your guts, for your sweetness. For how you always looked, for how I always wanted to touch you. God, you were my life. I apologize for everytime I ever failed you. Especially this one.

Full circle. A new terror born in death, a new superstition entering the unassailable fortress of forever. I am legend.

And, before science had caught up with the legend, the legend had swallowed science and everything.

Failures plagued me. Things I had omitted or ignored, neglected. What I should have given and hadn’t. I felt the biting pang of every unfulfillment.

I can get pissed off very easily.