Trigger Warning: Short Fictions and Disturbances

by Neil Gaiman

The monsters in our cupboards and our minds are always there in the darkness, like mold beneath the floorboards and behind the wallpaper,

We take words, and we give them power, and we look out through other eyes, and we see, and experience, what others see. I wonder, Are fictions safe places? And then I ask myself, Should they be safe places?

“Sometimes I think that truth is a place. In my mind, it is like a city: there can be a hundred roads, a thousand paths, that will all take you, eventually, to the same place. It does not matter where you come from. If you walk toward the truth, you will reach it, whatever path you take.”

I’ve heard we see the world not as it is but as we are. A saint sees a world of saints, a killer sees only murderers and victims.

what we attain with no effort we cannot value),

Too often people will not see what does not move. The eyes see it but do not see it, they discount it.