So this is it. In this one picture, everything will be cast out into a story of my feelings of Balmung. And here, the sergal idly sits alone in a wasteful land. Full of anger and resentment by all the things that have lead up to this point. Tired of being used and mislead along with feeling burned out of his existing life and ready to start anew. So now he waits for the next bus, or the segue, that will lead into the next chapter. A chapter of reflection.

I relate to this picture by feeling the same hollow feeling after cons. Going back to the mundane, washed out scenes of reality along with being so far removed from the busy city life that I rarely get to experience. But, I still look forward.