Tomb, digital video, 2 min., 18 sec., 2020
Tomb What shall we throw in with you next week Tutankhamen? Ken. Now is all the things we’ll give you that you would have pushed away. A cat, yes. Well wrapped. One of your coats so you are. Tyre pressure gauge and ten clocks. At least! Too many umbrellas. Injured birds for you to nurse - and a camera, a fuck-off bag of cameras and lots of fil-um. New skin, a stronger heart, milk. A different dad or a dead dad sooner; lost to you at birth so you can’t live through that. Your mum and you in a cinema, endless her. Some toast, and honey at night to clear your throat. (Ready for shouting). Coasters. A notepad and the whole of WHSmiths. Woolworths. There we go, that will do. Oh. and me. So we get another go.