Damned isolation

But Louis, it's just to painful to shrink back into the shadows--Manue, the sleek and nameless gangster ghoulie again creeping up on helpless mortals who know nothing of things like me. So hurtful to be again the outsider, forever on the fringes, struggling with good and evil in the age-old private hell of body and soul.

Please forgive me if I sound bitter.

I dont have any right to be. I started the whole thing, and I got out in one piece, as they say. And so many of our kind did not. That part is inexcusable. And surely, I shall always pay for that.

But you see, I still dont understand fully what happened. I dont know whether or not it was a tragedy, or merely a meaningless venture. Or whether or not something absolutly magnificent might have been born of my blundering, something that could have lifted me right out of my irrelevance and nightmare and into the burning light of redemption after all.