They are doing it again. Not in history. In cells two hours from here. People whose names you don't know are in the days when their kidneys are drowning in their own toxins. Their bodies are eating their hearts not metaphor: medical fact, cardiac muscle broken down for fuel, myocardium torn apart cell by cell, bodies cannibalising themselves to keep brains alive One more hour. You are reading this. Your eyes are moving across a screen. They are dying. Right now. While you blink. 1981: Thatcher ate breakfast while Bobby Sands' organs failed. Bacon. Toast. Marmalade. She slept fine, the papers said. Probably fucked her husband after. Came home from Parliament and had a bath while a man's heart ate itself two hundred miles away. 2025: Starmer eats dinner while Filton's hunger strikers count down to nothing. Different party. Same appetite for ghosts. Same ability to sleep. Same capacity to look in the mirror and see a human being instead of what he is: a man who could stop ...