Before we’re born we’ve all of us been dead for millions of years... but we’re always afraid of going back...

Identity was a liquid state, ever interchangeable, and adaptable to its surroundings... It was better to not have favourites – a snake didn’t mourn when it had to shed its skin.

Identity was just a box people liked to put themselves in, a mast to tether to in a storm, a security blanket.

Before we're born we've all of us been dead for millions of years...but we're always afraid of going back...

Village life gently swirled around them, with the perpetual ebb and flow of people, scurrying in every direction. The village was a living, organic entity, with blood flowing through its veins, and with a definite pulse and heartbeat. It had its own distinct personality and its own dark caustic humour, and was constantly processing and regurgitating information through its winding, meandering streets.

There's no such thing as good guys - there's only degrees of bad.

Identity was a liquid state, ever interchangeable, and adaptable to its surroundings... It was better to not have favourites - a snake didn't mourn when it had to shed its skin.

Why is it when we were kids we looked up at the stars... But now they seem to be looking down on us...?