an end result, offering the desired effect. a conclusion, of sorts. is work ever done? sleepless nights upon sleepless days, medicating as seen fit, taking the edge off, or at least dulling the full scope of what has been done. the road, more than half complete, leaves an indeterminate trail. no way to see where I am going, or where I have been. feeding the mind, starving the body, or is it the other way around? an uncertain verisimilitude offers the prospect of profligate disregard. a folly of contentions, wishing that you weren't the only one, laying blame to a disparate source of insecurity. has it been worth it? you might ask yourself, impossible to answer, but curiosity has killed the cat, maimed the horse and slaughtered the calf, a fattened one no less. time will tell, if it does not first flee the scene, precipitously seeking its own demise.