I’m not running away from things. I’m running to them before they flare and f a d e forever.
Dear Santa, Thank you for the dolls and pencils and fish. It’s Easter now, so I hope I didn’t wake you. But honest, it is an emergency. There’s a crack in my wall. Aunt Sharon says it’s just an ordinary crack but I know it’s not. Because at night there’s voices. So please, please could you send someone to fix it.
All of time and space, everything that ever happened or ever will… Where do you want to start?







