““When it comes to see me, it is not as a presence, but as a feeling. Even when it is in the same room as me, I know that it is not there, not in a way that is tangible, and not in a way that can be stopped.”

““I see them all over Wellington Street. Every night there seems to be more of them, and I can't help but feel that it is all my fault.”

“There is a way the place plays with shadows and the way that light seems to pull away when the moon is hidden in the sky. It is like the dark calls to the dark, and that the deeper the darkness gets, the more there seems to be found.”

“His hands were ice, my skin still stinging and refusing to calm no matter how much I try to heat or not heat it. Everything in my arms hurt, and the doctors aren't sure if I will be able to keep all the skin.”

““In this darkness, I cannot wait. For years I have tried with great failure to bring about a revolution, some sort of peace for what happened. But the years pass on and on, and the longer they go on, these feelings, the more wretched I feel.”