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These days, I just get the feeling I’m moving forward. Forward into another day that just pushed me back to the day before. Forward moving intent on pushing me back. Does this make sense? Because I fear for my sanity, and I fear for my faith. I just don’t understand what’s going on inside of me. There is a truth, hidden beneath my exoskeleton. A truth consisting of nothing more than lies and false hope. What am I? Where have I come from? Where am I going? Better yet, what if I am a stand-still in time. A fragment, rather than an active life. All in all, I suppose my life consists of nothing more than fear, loathing, lust, and apathy. I am Tony Zeller. I am human, well sort of…
By the way, Cate. If you feel like talking to me again, I wouldn’t be opposed to that.
