The owner of this shoe is chasing after me.

Mahalakshmi is chasing me, I am keeping in the back pocket.

It's going to save me from a charge of murder, the police are after me now!

All stories interest me, and some haunt me until I end up writing them.

Oh. And I suppose the other ships are hunting me to join me too, eh?

And it was through crowd sourcing, it was through the kindness that strangers were showing me, that I could uncover parts of my past that were haunting me.

Mostly, I remember the hundreds of black and white mug shots of prisoners and victims that covered every inch of the walls a ghastly montage of human suffering that haunts me to this day.