I've been thinking lately about the inherent kindness of sharing. To have an interest in a thing, and to share that with someone, with usually not much expectation. "I like this thing, and I think you would like this thing, so I will share it with you" sounds awfully similar to "I am ripping little pieces of my soul out like a piece of A4 paper, and I am handing you one". So here, a little piece of my soul - when I was maybe 6, 7, or 8, after I had moved to England permanently, I used to play Pokemon Platinum on my pink Nintendo DS (original) every night. My grandmother would come in and scold me if she caught me, so I would snap it shut when I heard her footsteps coming along the wooden floorboards down the hall, slip it under my pillow, and pretend to be asleep by the time she opened the door. 12, 11, or 10 years later, my first tattoo was of Turtwig, my first Pokemon, and Bulbasaur, my sister's. My grandmother told me I would perhaps regret it, it's a children's game, I won't enjoy it forever. Perhaps she's right, but I doubt I'll ever regret it. He is just a little green monster, but Turtwig in some ways symbolises the best of my childhood, the little moments of peace and wonder and joy. So, to you, I share this memory, and with it comes that little ripped out chunk from the sheet of A4 paper. I hope you appreciate it.

Sanya