Graham McNamee

“Moving into the hallway, I make the mistake of looking down. The floor seems to drop out from under me, with nothing solid to support me but my own reflection. I take a step, watching the sole of my bare left foot meet its twin rising up on the flipside. I get the weirdest sensation that I won't fall as long as I have the reversed images of my own feet to walk on.”

“somewhere under the rage, there's something human. barely.”

“Some people you can't be friends with, not when you've been something more.”