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My work explores the frontier between rationalism and superstition and the wavering boundary between the two.

Sometimes we just have to accept there are things we can’t know. Why is your sister ill? Why did my father die?…Sometimes we think we should be able to know everything. But we can’t. we have to allow ourselves to see what there is to see, and we have to imagine.

We come to a lamp beside the pathway, and suddenly we stop walking, and we start to dance, and we glitter in the shafts of light, like stars, like flies, like flakes of dust.

Anything seems possible at night when the rest of the world has gone to sleep.

Truth and dreams are always getting muddled.

Writing will be like a journey, every word a footstep that takes me further into undiscovered land.