Conscious

By Michelle Cioccoloni

Words from a fragment of handwritten text by Owen are engraved on a large old sheet of battered zinc, the scratchy writing on cold, hard metal with its cold, cold colour reminding us of the hardships the soldiers endured, the freezing temperatures they encountered and the attempts they made to keep their freezing bodies and fingers warm. But the soldier lying in bed, flickering in and out of consciousness is cold, too, cold and yet by turns so hot, his mind wandering, his life fragile ...

Conscious

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