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It is on December nights, with the thermometer at zero, that we most think of the sun. Van Gogh, the Man Suicided by Society. There is in every madman a misunderstood genius whose idea, shining in his head, frightened people, and for whom delirium was the only solution to the strangulation that life had prepared for him. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.

A moment before the audience settles in, before the lights come up, before the funny happens. What we do may not be acting, but it is something. I had a crazy idea yesterday.

A thousand crystals one by one. Glisten in the morning sun. In vivid colours of a dream. On the ceiling above my bed. Skipping left then scrambling right. In the middle of the night. It must have claws the size of knives. Razor teeth and piercing eyes. What it is I dread to know. I fear the day it comes below. If I were trapped in a blizzard. With everyone I ever knew.