The story I am writing exists,
written in absolutely perfect fashion,
some place, in the air.
All I must do is find it, and copy it.
The worlds where my stories take place are not so different from the one you’re in now… they are places where you will meet people you know and people you want to know and people you never want to meet. They are the dark and confusing and all too obscure corners of my mind and they are yours to explore…