Unsent Email - 12 June 2004

Geography, I now realise, is not an adequate dimension to escape the tyranny of existence.

The only reality, it seems, is that existence is always suffering. It doesn't matter what you do, where you work, where you live, how you live. Living is never the fulfillment of what life seems to promise.

I have arrived at the site of my redemption, only to discover there is no redemption.