Diary
Gavin Francis
I was 19 years old when I first held a human brain. It was heavier than I had anticipated; grey, firm and laboratory-cold. Its surface was slippery and smooth, like an algae-covered stone pulled from a riverbed. I had a terror of dropping it and seeing its tight contours burst open on the tiled floor.
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Vol. 35 No. 2 · 24 January 2013 » Gavin Francis » Diary
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