She’s lost control!

She has, and it’s understandable.

Imprisoned for something she did/didn’t do – pick your poison.

Amy is behind high stone walls, and it’s not nice.

In and era when solitary was hoped to provide the fallen time to reflect upon their errors and fix themselves Amy isn’t doing that.

She is crumbling.

She is suffering.

She is alone.

Joy Division quote notwithstanding, nor indeed the thought-provoking book ‘House of Dolls’ allied to that song, I hope (as I always do) that I can do justice to the theme I am trying to convey.

I hope I do justice, and I hope I tell a good tale…

A small cottage industry of readers now exists to critique and hopefully enjoy my work – fingers crossed that no matter the level of the former that the latter is the lasting sensation. 

So as Thousand Yard Stare play in the background, I will close this little note with a reminder that the job (for suitable candidates) is still open.

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