Anna Zagerson

Generation P.

From birth, his world was plastic. When he toddled up to the windows, they were covered in a film of the stuff. When Grandmother took him for his little walks, his stroller was covered in a sticky, staticky curtain of polythene. In school, the children had clear plastic cubicles, so that when their wax and paper encapsulated crayons rolled to the edge of their desks, they no longer fell off.