He's touching the screen. Memories flicker below his touch. Not his, but someone's. Someone who was freer than he ever will be. Someone who, ultimately, had everything taken from them.
He gazes down at the image of his face.
He turns to the body in the centre of the room and sees his own dead eyes staring sightless back at him.
'This is fucked up,' says his partner.
'In more ways than one.'
Paddy Dobson
19th June 2022