D.R.FARR (b. 1988) Guildford, UK

In primary school, we played a game in the playground: don’t step on the cracks. Mid-hop, someone asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up.

“A pirate,” I said.

Hook had just come out, so I probably meant swords and treasure. But the word has two meanings: one who robs ships at sea, and one who takes another’s work and remakes it without permission.

“Pirates don’t exist,” came the reply.

They did. They still do. There are probably more of us now than ever.