Returning to that dark place...

Its amazing what writer's block, a healthy dose of familial death, and even the surprise "final showdown" that I can use as the end of this tale will do to delay it's progress. When I first wrote the previous entry, I'd intended my musings and journal to be a weekly affair or so, the first attempts I'd ever had in my life of getting my ideas, memories, and feelings spread out on the floor so I could take inventory of it all.

Yeah, stuff doesn't always work out. It's interesting though, that as I've grown in the (god damn... really?) almost-year since I wrote the intro, my thoughts and feelings on my Fort Washington experience have changed. Some elements brought into focus, others lost or distorted through what seems like a different pair of eyes. This past year I've gone on a sort of, er, mental pilgrimage. Kind of like a personal renaissance where I opened up my former culture-bubble, landlocked, ignorant mind to a whole new world of ideas, arts, and viewpoints that are as foreign and interesting to me as anything I've ever dreamed of. What I mean to say more specifically is that I hope that this new perspective can improve the project as a whole.

Now now, I know, I know. I'm trying to go all artsy and professional with this when everyone really knows that all it is is a chance to openly trash people in a somewhat public forum. Meh.. pretty much...

But still, this blog is more than that to me. It's like throwing up some poisonous element you've digested or finally being able to exhale an old, stale breath that you've taken and held for a bit too long. It's my own way of moving on and accepting (if not understanding) just how weird, disloyal, and uniquely bizarre people can be. I'm going to work hard on it and move fast and, when I finish this project I can finally leave Fort Washington.

My name is James Musgrove, and for a little while, I lived inside my own head...