preserve my sanity, for to this I am reduced. Safety and the assurance of safety are things of the past. Whilst I live on here there is but one thing to hope for, that I may not go mad, if, indeed, I be not mad already. If I be sane, then surely it is maddening to think that of all the foul things that lurk in this hateful place.

I'm electric with vertigo, even though I'm on the ground, vertigo like I felt once when I stood on the edge of a high cliff in Arizona and looked straight down.

The People from the horror stories are out there.

Very often people have a very limited way of thinking.

When she had died, his anchor was gone and the world had burned from his untethered insanity.

If life were a highway, I would still look for the footpath, for walking that, I would learn about us, enjoying the extra time to do so.