The truth has butchered each surviving strand of my denial.

It chases me with the same determinedness as a dog that never tires of chasing its own tail. It continues to persist even though it has been disregarded as stupidity, preposterousness and even bullshit in the guise of fact. It knocks on my head like an enduring concussion and even pervades my dreams like a true-to-form psychoanalyst. It doesn’t allow me to escape into my own fantasy world or even with Keanu Reeves into The Matrix; instead it forces me to recognise, realise and finally, to embrace it as part of reality.

The truth will catch up with me soon because I run only as fast as a turtle hitching a ride on a snail.