IRVING //a short story//

There are parts of ourselves that at times seem like our worst enemies, our anxieties and fears can seem like monsters weighing us down.
This is a story of a monster and of a girl (a little bird). Of a grey fog, laughing bricks and fish in a shiny cage.
This is a story about all of us, no matter who you are, and our monsters in all the shapes they take.
Everybody has an Irving.