I once found myself straddling the line between reality and fantasy. Where I walked the world in a half-dream state. Neither feeling alive nor departed. I was defunct, deadened, despondent. Days dragged on, nights were too short. I slept to remove myself from the world. Too many sounds too bright I longed for the sun to set. Where nights become my saviour for solitude I craved to get out of my skin. To find a new home. I...