I see a room. A dwelling. Once upon a time, the room was ordered. Meticulous, everything in its place and filed accordingly. Over time, the clutter began to mount. Then, …

I see a colouring book. Some pages have already been filled in, with varying styles of colouring. Some children have stated within the lines, others have not. Every page in …

Many things in life are not what they seem, the worst things never are. I see a bouquet of roses. Outwardly, the bouquet smells divine. It is well packaged and …

There is darkness in this world we know as Arcadia. Not a physical darkness, which my eyes cannot perceive, but a darkening of the very fabric of society. Arcadia is …

That which is most fragile receives the most protection. I see a glass vase. There are many others like it, found all across Arcadia. But this vase sits within squalor. …

Darkness. Have you ever noticed how much most living creatures cannot stand it? Plunge the common man into darkness, and he will squirm uncomfortably. He will search for the light. …

I see a box. Adorned with an ornate design, splendid and proudly it sits atop a child’s dresser. The child opens the lid of the box, and a beautiful song …

I see a stick. Simple, long and slender. A perfectly shaped blunt weapon that is carved, sanded and shaped for but a single reason. To cripple. Who it cripples is …

I see a machine. Adorned with bright flashing lights and colours, it has all the bells and whistles it needs to accomplish a specific job. Its purpose to entice people, …

Close your eyes. I see a mirror.  But this is no ordinary mirror, no.  A lavish mirror set in a forgotten room. Surrounded by the bones of countless souls that …