I don't wanna live forever
When the sky is full of little holes
Exploding as they take my picture
The day draws near now, so I've had a lot on my mind. I've reached an emotional place that I haven't been to since the time when I wrote this post. You may feel the death metaphor is recycled, but there really is no turning back this time.
For the past few months, I've been working on what will ultimately be a highly visible project. My participation is still anonymous, but I think it will light the fuse on the charges I set earlier this year. Enough people will see it who know just enough of the few people I told, or know just enough of the details of my story to put the pieces together. I have to think that those who have been paying attention will find little surprise in my identity, but this will definitely be the end of my pseud for all intents and purposes. I'm going to have to change the masthead because it won't be so secret anymore.
That the project's release coincides with the annual Society for Neuroscience meeting is extremely intimidating. I am really self conscious at meetings because I imagine there are people who can spot something off with me from a mile away. In reality, I'm sure 99.9% of people really don't give a rat's ass, but believe me it's always in the back of my head.
Anyway, I'll be at SFNBanter. I shouldn't be too hard to spot - I'll be the one trying not to look gimpy. Say hello if you like. I'm happy to talk.
Hit "SELF DESTRUCT"
It's marked especially
It's easy to read
We'll light one up and celebrate our disease