“the world has such a dreadful and terrible side that i wish you and anyone else would never have to see. i wish i could erase it and let the grass grow back over the paths to it in our minds; in our souls. it keeps me awake at night. we’re far too delicate and lovely things to be trapped in a world of damage and dirt. i want to be better than glue. i want to be “free”. i want to be “new”.”—my desperate head.