This Is Not a Mischievous Act!

There has been published such brazen lies and utter fictions about me that I would long since have gone to my grave if I had let myself pay attention. As human beings, our greatness lies not so much in being able to remake the world - that is the myth of the atomic age - as in being able to remake ourselves. No one man can reveal to you nothing but that which already lies half-asleep in the dawning of your knowledge. One comes to believe whatever one repeats to oneself sufficiently often, whether the statement be true of false. It comes to be dominating thought in one's mind.

Now that the sales are final, and payments have been made, I will find Thad! He will not reveal what he has discovered out of fear! Even I have not uncovered the complete resolutions of what has become of myself, and what will become of all mankind.

There are lies, damned lies and statistics.

A pile of torn paper seemed promising.

This isn't true.
Not that I expect my saying so to have any resonance or meaning for anyone.

The difficulties of a jobless (and very sick) man, who's only claim to fame was a little film with a single, jarring 9/11 reference, can not come to grips with what many perceive to be the real world outside their own shell of reality.

Sakura tried to get me back on my feet. That little bastard, Thad, only wants to defeat me (?), and all I want is a semblance of my life back.

It isn't just a film. It was a piece of my life that was grabbed away from me and shattered on the ground!

Work on the second has provoked my downfall.

What started out as a simple experiment has gotten drastically out of hand, alas, eventually failed.

I never asked for help.

I ask for answers.