Daddy is away in the land of the fairies, teetering on the edge of the underworld.
Vignettes punctuated by blackness.
He is obsessed by the holes in the walls that surround him and is subject to dreams of resurrection and purgatory.
‘Give me a chopper to chop off his head.’. – N.G.S.
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