I think about toilets a lot, and how awful it must be to be a toilet. - Carole Morin

A sinning nun, her face in a plate of cakes, caught my eye as I descended on the moving stair.

I read Wuthering Heights when I was seven. I stole a copy from the library. We weren’t allowed books in the house because they’re ‘dirty and dusty’. My mum had a shelf of fake leather books which my dad used to hide whisky behind. I used to die of embarrassment every time a visitor tried to pick up a book and realized it was fake. The library was forbidden so it became exotic and sexy in my imagination. I was dying to get in there and read a book!

Imagination is all we have in the end.