“I was staying in a hotel in San Francisco for a couple of nights, before flying back to the UK. My hotel was a desperate grey block made from paper and people’s screams. At night the sound of strangers having icy sex echoed off the building and poured through the broken air conditioning, like tiny daggers I couldn't see, reminding me of just the tip of what I was missing.” PeopleMadeNightSexSoundAirMissingBuildingBrokenCouplePaperStrangerTinyFlyingBlockDesperateHotelStayingScreamGreySan FranciscoConditioningRemindingIcyDaggersAir Conditioning Author:Craig Stone
“Sleep doesn't come easy when a broken twig conjures images of a hulking mental patient snapping the arms off children, over by the bin.” ChildrenEasySleepBrokenArmsPatientTwigsSnapping Author:Craig Stone
“The beauty of having nothing to lose, is you learn the beauty of having everything to gain. This is where hope lives. Hope can’t be taken. Hope can’t be lost. Hope can’t be broken. When we are boiled down to what we are as people. We are not love, because we hope to love, we are not money or who we hold, because we hope to have and to hold. We are not religion or God, because we enter into belief in the hope we get something back for ourselves. We are not a soul. We are hope.” PeopleSoulBeliefLostLosesLove IsTakenBrokenGainsNothing To LoseLost Hope Author:Craig Stone
“All snowmen look to the sky, knowing their death will be delivered by the horizon. Before dawn, their life becomes the darkest. The moment before the sun burns all. The Snowmen go mental. Kill or be killed. I only just escaped the violent puddles, the sticks and stones. The broken carrot noses.” LooksMomentsSunKnowingSkyBrokenStonesSticksViolentNosesDawnHorizonCarrotsPuddlesSticks And StonesSnowman Author:Craig Stone
