I never want to destroy my art.

But I must.

Concept must be cracked, shorn, mashed, cut, and shattered, if it is ever to be reality.

It is not, precisely, the worry that the product will not be as good as it might.

It is unwillingness to destroy that perfect idea.

There is pain in the creation. Because it is also destruction.

I've long accepted imperfection in my work.

But what agony it is to subject a thought to the torture of realization.

Please forgive me.

With thanks to Tale Foundry