A small girl became increasingly paralysed by her parents' frequently violent rows. Sometimes she would spend hours standing completely still in the toilet, simply because that was where she happened to be when the fight began. Finally, in moments of calm, she would take bottles of milk from the fridge or doorstep and leave them in places where she may later become trapped. Her parents were unable to understand why they found bottles of sour milk in every room in the house.

To create something beautiful about despair or out of a feeling of despair is for me the most hopeful life affirming thing a person can do

There is an objective reality in which my body and mind are one. But I am not here and never have been.

Only love can save me and love has destroyed me.

I crave white on white and black, but my thoughts race in glorious technicolour, prodding me awake, whipping away the warm blanket of invisibility every time it sears to smother my mind in nothing.

I love you still, Against my will.

Sleep with a dog and rise full of fleas.