Cleopatra and Frankenstein

by Coco Mellors

And it was a performance, her face.

There’s a patch of carpet in front of it that’s grown bald from the thousands of feet that have stood before it. I tell him I think that’s a good thing to hope for in life, for the carpet to grow thin before you.

“Who knows what you will be? You are still becoming.”

‘Wherever you are going, it is waiting for you.’ ”