I’m a little obsessed with the idea of monsters.

They can be beasts, otherworldly, human, ideological, imaginary…

infinite possibilities in the capacity of monster-ness.

Mostly this is on my mind because I work as a sexual assault advocate in hospitals, and I deal with the fall-out leftover from the work of monsters.

They are not the nameless, faceless beings that I write about or dream of.
They are people that I see everyday, speak to, interact with.

They may even be friends of mine.

And that is what makes monsters so terrifying.

They are not hiding at all. They don’t need to hide.