Thursday, June 11, 2009
He's not done. Up to his knees covered in dirt. There's this last bit of work to finish. Finally earning sweat on his blue collar. Here he finds the drive that was once lost. A reason to move forward for vindication. To truely become out of reach from all of them.
Digging deeper under the foundation. Sliding down this unforgiving sinkhole. Somewhere he won't be found. No window, certainly no future. Only memories of what passed. Just his limited imagination. Inside his final isolation. He's only just begun.