The faint glow escaped my fingers and began to spark brightly and spirit me away. Unlocking alien memories of spiralling towers, endless deserts, and impossible geometry.

There is no shame in using a parasol in the desert. As it happens, it's imperative to your survival!

Optimism is a most hopeless feeling, but I must retain it.

Paint the man, cut the lines, cut the flesh, watch the blood spill – let it come!

If I sleep – will I wake from this nightmare? If not, I pray my heavenly Father will take me in my sleep.