SNAPSHOTS FROM BROKEN MONSTERS (Lauren’s research photographs)
"In front of her is the kiln and whatever’s inside. It’s huge, shaped like a sarcophagus, with a curved roof and chalky white bricks, scorched in places, and gas canisters and pipes down the side. A heat gauge pokes out jauntily from the side. It’s framed in black iron, with a metal rod handle, and rails to pull it out on, marked with yellow and black hazard stripes. Old-school industry, this.
Gabi thinks of all the fairytales she used to read Layla. Hansel holding out a chicken bone instead of his finger to prove that he wasn’t plump enough to go in the oven. Not yet. Cannibalism and murder and terrible parents. They all got sanitized. Kids can’t cope with the darkness, supposedly, but how else are we supposed to wrestle with it? How else are we supposed to prepare for this moment when you have to open the door not knowing what’s behind it? The dread prickling her scalp. Animal defense. Primitive fear.
Of course, for most people, death behind the door, the monster within, are purely metaphorical. Gabi gets the real fucking deal.” - Broken Monsters