Sanctuary is a project I began for a class called Hybrid Forms in college. It's an idea that has haunted me since I began it, but I always struggled with the scale of what I wanted it to be, not to mention how I could share it. The nature of the class (and therefore our projects) was to play with forms of story telling; it demanded thinking outside the box of conventional story telling, and I was so in love with this concept that I tended to work in a frenzy through the night. The sleep deprivation very much shows in the work, which did help with some if the writing but, as I told a fellow writer when I recently rediscovered my work: "Very fun project. I do think I drove myself a little bit insane over it."
Sanctuary is a lot of things to me. It's an expression of rage, and it's a tribute to some other amazing art (House of Leaves my Beloved and Beloathed), and it's a labor of madness and adoration. I find it hard to put into words everything this project is and represents, which I have to admit is apt for a story about a structure that refuses to be something mundane and safe.
I look forward to revisiting and sharing this story with all of you đ
