Ghostly faces morphed on the TV screen as I got
electrocuted through the rabbit ears in my hand. The faces trespassed
through me in one jolt. I had been moving the antenna back and forth and
side to side like a kind of superstitious ritual. I took a picture of a
distorted face on the screen just before I was shocked, an image my
friend later described as a ‘horror-struck female pharaoh atomised in a digital matrix’. That was the last photo I took in the electrocution room.
