Home

When I say that I am going home, I mean that I am returning to the place where the monsters come out to play. When I was a child, my small town became so vast that it was impossible to imagine anything else. I have always been fascinated by London. I imagine myself in the wealthy South Kensington, with a beautiful home that will be filled with a plethora of books and sculptures.

There is no concrete home for me, it is wherever I choose to escape. Some will drink until dawn and lay their head in a random house, relying on the kindness of strangers. A smile conceals a multitude of sins, the ones that stir like little fish in the sea. The first rumblings before a tsunami, that is a home to be had. I am under the bed, hiding from the crows pecking inside my head.