In a world of common nonsense, our best defence is common sense.

How does something so invisible make one so invincible?

She wondered how to mourn the death of a son who wasn't dead. And yet the loss of separation made that easy. The idea of pain made pain, where she knew none could possibly truly exist.

The days before, even the score of what you are filled in with today. What colour are you, the tangled hues of years gone by that affected you?

My only stake was the hook I shot in the moon, trying to capture stardom on my way to heaven. Without bravado. Just footsteps plodding me along till my big show. My showstopper. The one where I landed in a place without gravity.