001-02: Investigation of Rosewood Avenue by Matts
My dreams arrived that night like echoes from a narrow tunnel from which hardly any light seeps. Once again I was crawling though the sewage drains I could only fit in as a child. There was a patchwork of cobwebs on the ceiling and my knees waited in the unhurried stream. All around I could hear muffled sounds of the outside world – those that no longer frightened me. It was from this secret...