“We were halfway through our first joint when we heard Tom's footsteps coming down the stairs.'Shhhh... Shhhh!'The footsteps approached my door.Silence.And then a piece of A4 paper appeared under my door.Neither of us said a word as I crept over and picked it up. It was a drawing of two stick men, each with a massive joint in their hand. And written underneath were the words 'Rule Breakers'.”

“Like if Leonardo from the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles started being all bummed out about everything. How were we going to kick arse if our Leonardo was wearing a black eye-band instead of a blue one?”

“Each step you take reveals a new horizon. You have taken the first step today. Now, I challenge you to take another.”

“If only it were as easy to do the work of othersas it is to criticize their performance.”

“When evening in the Shire was greyhis footsteps on the Hill were heard;before the dawn he went awayon journey long without a word”

“Footsteps shuffled on the stair/Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair/Spread out in fiery points/Glowed into words, then would be savagely still.”

“Sometimes paper is only paper," my mothers says. "Words are just words. Ways to capture the real thing. Don't be afraid to remember that."I know what she means. Writing, painting, singing--it cannot stop everything. Cannot halt death in its tracks. But perhaps it can make the pause between death's footsteps sound and look and feel beautiful, can make the space of waiting a place where you can linger without as much fear. For we are all walking each other to our deaths, and the journey there between footsteps makes up our lives.”