New messages: END IT ALL was one of them. PUT YOURSELF OUT OF YOUR MISERY. BE A MAN – DO YOURSELF IN. HAVE A FATAL ACCIDENT TODAY.

Neil Gaiman

A tilted blue ceramic cup and a small white column partly submerged in a shallow glass dish of water. — Original artwork

“No wonder Atlantis sank,” muttered Richard. “If they all felt like this in the morning it was probably a relief.”

Neil Gaiman

Small folded paper foxes peek from behind an upturned terracotta flowerpot on a yellow surface. — Original artwork

Richard had noticed that events were cowards: they didn’t occur singly, but instead they would run in packs and leap out at him all at once.

Neil Gaiman

A burlap sack spills folded paper scraps onto a red velvet stool and the ground beneath it. — Original artwork

Rubbish! screamed a fat, elderly woman, in Richard's ear, as he passed her malodorous stall. "Junk!" she continued. "Garbage! Trash! Offal! Debris! Come and get it! Nothing whole or undamaged! Crap, tripe and useless piles of shit. You know you want it."

Neil Gaiman