eleven/threesixfive
Rehearsing in the mirror room in Sutherland House, seeing dozens of reflections of ourselves stretching away.
Sitting with my camera phone, being arty with scenes of the Serpent leaning against the far wall, Nina and Marie watching on, Adam and Eve arguing over the stupid fruit.
It's my turn to play God so I get up and storm on, all 'Adam!' this and 'How could you, Eve?' that.
Feel sad, she says, as you're banishing them.