We are obsessed with endings. Borders. Edges.   The climax The conclusion Last words Break ups   “How does it end?” “I just needed some closure.” “The ending was a real let down.” “All’s well that ends well.”   We pick apart final scenes finish lines grand finales destinations deaths.   But we do not…

I was empty. A hole the same shape as I am cut into the room behind me like paper. It was filled with blue sky. Air. Wide open space. Nothing. Wind whistled through me. I had run dry. I closed my eyes. I inhaled. I exhaled. I coloured myself back in.