My desire is a sunset coloured, fearfully lurking animal with pointed bared teeth. It’s steps padded, like the first snowfall, so I don’t hear when it starts gnawing at my flesh. I flee from it, while it eyes me, ready to run, somewhere between prey and predator – or perhaps neither. It wants such strange things, all with one underlying goal. It yearns, like a trapped outcast, ruffled fur, wet nose, wide eyes. And if the goal is fulfilled it grasps at the intangible, not a feeling, not a...