I want to slyly install my sadness
Into your brain, like malware. Load it
And explode it.
Hide Me, Sandcastle, from this Wave; Malware; Quasimodo’s Last Walk; Research Question; Yesternight
Look
Everything I wrote myself I hid or promptly threw away, whether revenge fantasies or what I later found out is called fan-fiction. I had no notion of becoming a writer, however, until I was nearly eighteen years old. At that point I quite suddenly realised I was one, whether I would or no.