When Ji-an got home, smoke filled the kitchen. Empty jam jars, spice pots, juice cartons and alcohol bottles littered the floor. Red liquid spilled out of a bubbling saucepan. ‘No…,’ she muttered. She switched off the hob and walked through to the living room. O’Higgins was in the armchair, reading Hegel's Phenomenology of Spirit. ‘What … Continue reading O’Higgins