Since the dawn of mankind, we have always made our own monsters: the terrors of capitalism and corruption, the things between the cracks, the ghosts of self... terrible beasts of desire, debt, regret, racism... of family ties, and the things that get in the way of our aspirations... the familiar monsters of our own faces, of tradition, rejection, and the darkness that lives deep inside our own hearts...

Can you identify the component parts of your own monster?

Can you afford to pay the dreadful price of its construction?