There's been Hollywood interest in a lot of the stuff that I've done, but Descender's felt different right from the start for whatever reason. I don't know if that's because a lot of my other stuff's a little more idiosyncratic, and 'Descender' has a bit more of a high concept to it.

The thaw came and the snow melted away and so did my dad. ’til there wasn’t nothing left.

They say the city gets in your blood, but that’s crap. The city doesn’t become part of you... you become part of it. It soaks you up bit by bit, year after year. Until you’re just a tiny part of its system... Pumping through its veins, lost in its arteries.

And this is the result. Millions of small sins, billions of tiny evils – twisting, twining, groping, consuming... Till they become a great serpent... a blight on humanity... that rises from the collective unconscious towering over the world... Blocking out the light. It is so convenient to blame it all on some sneering, arrogant Satan – sitting on a fiery throne, plotting to corrupt our souls. But if there is a devil – he’s just another projection of our own sins.

The scrape of the skates on the ice. The smell of musty old equipment. The black puck stains on the boards. To the uninitiated they’re nothing, but to a hockey player they’re home.

The game is like family... it won’t let you go, no matter how long you’ve been away.

But before you can become something new, you must remember who you have already been...

Truth is, I’ve been scared to leave this place. Scared of what I’d find if I did. Or maybe I was scared of what I wouldn’t find. Should have just took off and never looked back.

It’s amazing how our brains can create all kinds of ways of avoiding the truth. Especially when there’s something you just don’t want to face about yourself, or someone you love. We never get tired of running from ourselves. Never get tired of making excuses.

People say you can always count on family. But I think that’s a lie. I’m starting to think that the only one we can really count on is ourselves. Maybe in the end, we’re all on our own.