at night, when all the colours die,
they hide in pairs
and read about themselves -
in colour, with their eyelids shut.

- craig raine's "a martian sends a postcard home"

my name is bump.

i spend my life searching for heroes and trying to forget the meaning of things.
i believe in god, but i don't waste my time trying to label my faith.
i think people are beautiful, and stories even more so.
i dream of dreams.

scottish, from a tiny town called dumfries. female, but not distracted by gender. old, but just enough to read the best kind of fanfiction (see: pwp).