Truth is the beginning...

He was looking out the window of his cramped office space at his mundane 9 to 5, once again struck by the realization that he is very much on borrowed time and that the lending agency exacts its premium precisely when he is least prepared to pay and is desperately seeking to borrow more. He is not wise at all, it seems, to always be falling for the same traps life sets for him. Yes, he knows books and how to string words together, but that doesn't mean he knows how to speak about the things that matter most to him. Maybe he does, in a way. Quite the same as he lives. In a way.