Day

Written by Jacob Ibrag

‘Please state your full name,’ and so you

do. ‘Can you tell us today’s date?’ Staring out the

window, you shake your head no. ‘Do you practice any

religion?’ You expose the tattoo on the right side of your rib

cage, ‘maybe I did, I think I used to.’ They ask to take a picture.

You let them. ‘Where were you?’ You scratch the back of your left

hand and talk about the ink shop that was owned by a man with

two heads. ‘No. Where were you when the sun left?’ You take in

their question and throw a quick grin, ‘there was a funeral.

The family couldn’t afford a decent casket, so a couple

of friends chipped in. The day the Sun divorced

the Earth, I woke up from my death.’

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Photography by Alex Stoddard