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They say never to work with children or animals. For neither can follow the simplest of instructions well. I see a puppy. A bundle of innocent, exuberant energy. Some would call it cute, even. Its adorable ginger fur, right down … Read More

Most of humanity relies on its sense of sight as its primary sense to navigate this world. People, in lamens terms, trust what their eyes see. Yet our eyes are designed to lie to us. In its true form, light … Read More

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, the clutter gave way to mess. What once was meticulous … Read More

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 the book is different from the others. There is a … Read More

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 presented in a way that entices the common man to … Read More

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 a place filled with dark corners and black hearts. That … Read More

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. It is battered, brittle but hasn’t broken yet. To many, … Read More

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 six moths. If you shut these bugs in … Read More

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 plays from within. A melody equally as ornate, flowing and … Read More

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 determined by the hand that wields the stick. In the … Read More