Imagine an internal strobe light that flashes up the detritus of a life lived endlessly. Such things we bury within us. Such fears, voices, seeming insignificances, memories and scars.

Imagine there might be a code, a purpose, a line through the very heart of all the events and shadows of your life. Imagine sewing and stitching every element of your personal history together in an attempt to understand the present so obsessively that the past becomes your every waking moment. Loud, bright and clear. In focus.

Imagine you can remember everything, every detail of every experience. Imagine these are the thoughts that occupy you, inhabit you and you can’t turn their volume down.