accusation ˌ/akyəˈzāSH(ə)n/

Who now will hold me accountable?

I once served as my own one and only critic, tearing away at my own understandings, looking for their flaws, murdering my darlings. There was a time when I was able to find the flaws in my work. I seem now to have lost the knack for it – or else there none left to be found. Which statement is so, I do not know.