Epilogue

Here I remain crouched insane, colorless, and trembling cold  for the fifty-third consecutive day, that is if my memory is remembering properly.In this clammy jail cell among hundreds of the creatures, their scale-like flesh sticky like the sweet sticky sap of the trees I used to explore. I was placed here by my fellow Liberians in the current year of 2076 and another hundred tedious years to complete in this cell. If there is anything being in this mess has illustrated to me about my own race is, your individual questions and explorations will never prevail against our kinds' majority. Please, listen for your own fragile-lives sake! Curiosity will demolish the innocent cat inside and out. Regret deluges out of me day and night for being so naïve to think that I could discover and innovate. Helen Keller, a mute child trying to express himself, a foreign exchange student making efforts to learn a new country's history. I share those concrete feelings of hopelessness, lack of warmth from my own species.