An Empty Suit

Every promise you make, every victory parade, a choice that is no choice at all. We are sorry, we do not know what to do… Back to darkness? There’s nothing more that you can take from us; a knife to a gunfight?

No way forward: no way back. Choose your next words

(a rainbow inside a jar). We are not just where we came from; we are not just what we’re made from. There’s no-one to tell you otherwise.

A list of found items.