Frank Chapman...a man...a soldier...in this world...misunderstood. He is going through the motions of life. But where will these motions merge with his psychologically damaged emotions? Is he alive among a despondent world or dead to his own nightmares? He finds himself living another day that reads like any other day ... A day that never seems to end...a day all too familiar that tortuously repeats itself with the stench of failure. Frank Chapman has come back to a life he can't seem to claim as his own..each step spirals him further out of control. He might be back home, yet he was left behind somewhere in a desert of painful illusions.
—Eldwin Guapo