I keep wondering about the skin [of the mummies]. Stretched taut.
Melted. Broken free of the body it was bound to in life. Initially I didn’t know how I’d feel when visiting the bones ....

When I was told the story of creation, I wondered if maybe the fruit we stole wasn’t an apple at all. For the thing that is in my throat, it is dense and heavy. Too much of both. An apple wouldn’t survive like this...

Pinch my tongue between thumb and forefinger. Pinch and pull. Pull the tongue. Rip it out.
[Draw your hand back]
The thick oesophagus will follow. The damp...