We inhabit these cells, these identities, and call them us.
I thought I could break free by eliminating those I deemed my jailors.
But, Jinx, I think the cycle only ends when you find the will to walk away.
In my confusion I was unable to reconcile this.
As Viktor put it: There is no prize to perfection, only an end to pursuit.
Butall of that, perhaps, is reserved for the next cycle.
