'“[A]T MANY LEVELS of human interaction there is the opportunity to conflate discomfort with a threat, to mistake internal anxiety for exterior danger, and in turn to escalate rather than resolve.” These words by American writer Sarah Schulman, from her book Conflict Is Not Abuse, are on my wall, scribed onto a yellow sticky-note next to a dozen others. I’m drawn to these words – again – after finishing Khin Myint’s Fragile Creatures, imagining this memoir’s brave and careful weight, the author’s gentle footfall joining Schulman at the centre of an out-of-control' (Introduction)