“Call yourself alive? Look, I promise you that for the first time you’ll feel your pores opening like fish mouths, and you’ll actually be able to hear your blood surging though all those lanes, and you’ll feel light gliding across the cornea like the train of a dress. For the first time you’ll be aware of gravity like a thorn in your heel, and your shoulder blades will ache for want of wings. Call yourself alive? I promise you you’ll be deafened by dust falling on the furniture, you’ll feel your eyebrows turning into two gashes, and every memory you have – will begin a Genesis.”