The seeds that Sevali had planted in January were growing well.

She’d planted them on a Tuesday night in Dalston. She’d bought them from a seed stall at Columbia Road flower market. She took a razor to each of her arms and made light little cuts, just enough to be able to push a single pip in to each, and for it to stay under the skin without popping out. They’d bled and she’d rubbed in some soil from the bed outside the Rio cinema. They’d been to see Spider-Man: No Way Home, and quite frankly it was disappointing. Although she had been pleased to see Toby Maguire again.

Now it was March and she had flowers growing out her eyes, and worms burrowing through her skull.

All in all, she chalked it up as a win.