​'His feet began to bleed in time. They bled crotchets and quavers on paths and over meadows. He never paused to look behind him and only lulled the constant movement so he could reach down and grab food as he passed by. He moved ever forward leaving a trail of blood red footprints in his wake, an unnoticed and unheard composition.' (Extract from The Lost Room - AOD)

Photograph by AOD