Death stalks a quartet of girls - or is it the other way around?

A simple, elemental story of a group of adorable, little girls evading the specter of Death perfectly complements Gabriel Howell's poetic diary/manifesto/wishlist. What looks like a Victorian children's book complete with moral lessons, depicts an internal and external tug-of-war between vulnerability and intimacy, relatability and honesty, observation and isolation. The message remains raw and uncensored: don't hide it in a book; forget about who is or isn't watching; Forget Me Not.