December 5, 2002
Surreal consciousness pressed me towards those honest inclinations that had been suffocating between my ribs, then Truth followed with the knuckle side of her hand. I remember my vision being blurred and the sound rolling along the edges of my ears like a hamster caught inside a wheel. That moment was a soft explosion of relief and guilt. Only afterwards did I realize that only guilt would tread a heavy heal against my chest, and relief would remain a distant recollection of what should have been unclothed all along. And in my nakedness, guilt and remorse stain my lucid reality.