Past as Prologue, eh?

Born female at a military installation in sunny Merced County to parents from the flood plains of the Grand River Valley. Soon lived with successive relations as the cur who sired me mucked around Okinawa as an airman. According to legend, precocious psycho-motor development compensated for disinterest in suckling and established a compulsion to perform. Stories from the dam who whelped me tended toward overcoming injury and sorrow with great regret. Regarding the four elemental emotions...

• Mad was champion

• Sad was disgusting

• Glad was dangerous

• Scared was anathema.

Cessation of existence offered the best remedy to nihilism and narcissism, but purported conditions thereafter promised the same agony yet worse. Reaching beyond my grasp emerged as the best hope for survival. Recreation became wreck-creation, which delivered satisfaction without hope. Consequently, ecstasy remained elusive, while the mind sought all things exquisite.