Het f*cking paradijs

I’m a rib called Eve. Taken out of man.

Suddenly, there is Eve. Adam has no clue what to do with Eve. Eve has no clue what to do with Adam. What they both do know – because that’s what they were told – is that Eve is a rib, made out of Adam. Adam is man. The man. The human, even. Eve is woman. His woman. Adam is her ruler. And she must desire him.

Not easy.

Adam and Eve. Out of paradise. In paradise. Out of paradise. Everywhere at once. And nowhere.