I was paid a visit from my muse early this morning. Apparently, she's quite angry. I cannot tell you exactly what possessed me, it was a combination of many things. I had a dream about a picture I'd taken two weeks ago, of the concrete abutment that supports a train trussel downtown. All I remember was being trapped inside of it, with an irregularly shaped window looking out. I managed to break part of the glass, but I was still trapped inside of this huge, decaying concrete pillar with no one around to console me or even hear my screaming, completely panicked until I was resolved. Try to imagine that before viewing this piece. It was meant to be painful, gritty, angry, and provocative, as it represents how I feel when I'm disconnected. That is about all of the explaination I'm willing to give, let the title speak for itself.