An outcast intellectual schizophrenic attorney charged with murder in a dark metropolis employs the philosophy of a master to assess his own guilt. It is difficult to successfully mine the roots of ones own adult agony as relates to past experiences that may constitute a shrouded yet undeniable platform for current behavioral toxicity. I store my memories in clear glass jars. My periodic amnesia is much like a wall that blocks my ability to return to the past with a view towards coercing the future. Only occasionally does my memory return to provide me a door to what was and what may have long ago made me what I am in moments unbeknownst to me.

And so, attorney Richard Jason Steele-at first detached, and eventually, unhinged by increasing schizophrenia, begins an extensive and deep inward mental exploration of circumstances which bring him face to face with execution. He draws and relies upon the wisdom of his idol, the late philosopher Ludwig Wittgenstein-who in the end, arguably disappoints him.