Mark of the Red Hat

If this were the last score I publish, has the Red Hat left its mark?


This is the question that has stirred while making this score.

Humbly, this score was crafted by inspiration from DM Dokuro's "Tale of a Cruel World". Quietly, my life matured parallel to it. A great summer job came and went. A new BF sticks beside me. I can separate fact from fiction in my traumatic past, and am working hard to move on.


This is the question that garnered bitterness with my observations on the Flat Community.

Soured, Flat sits in cold war between the contentious and sensitive. Unsatiated, gossip and bullying runs rampant. The lives of my heroes aged into villains. I cannot morally associate with the "old", the "ego" ways of the Flat Community any longer.


This is the question that made me anxious and sick in the head.

Alone, I worked on this score with no ear to settle my criticism. Angry, I slam my head on the desk to every mistake I made. My anxious mind reminds me that I am not the me from years ago, incapable of directing the novels that brought me to power.


Maybe I should move on and find other hobbies. But with incomplete stories sitting in my library, begging to be heard, do I move on without an ending to my stories?

Perhaps I should find opportunities to work with the Flat Team or Community. But without the experience to speak "Hello World!", would me trying bare no respect?

Possibly copy-paste emotional pianos and tearful pities are the answer, as it has been successful to many people above me. Repent your exploitation of sympathy! Are we all remembered for the right reasons?


If this were the last score I publish, has the Red Hat left its mark? Or will there be a revolution that puts the Red Hat back in its rightful place...