Glitterland

In the past, the universe is a glitterball I hold in the palm of my hand. In the past, I am brilliant and I am happy and my every tomorrow is madness. In the past, I am soaring, and falling, and breaking, and lost. And now, there is only this. Once the golden boy of the English literary scene, now a clinically depressed writer of pulp crime fiction, Ash Winters has given up on hope, happiness, and-most of all-himself. He lives his life between the cycles of his illness, haunted by the gh