Lucy Burnett finds the inside of the sun is blue; C.J. Allen
tucks it up in a little sugared envelope; George Messo whispers across a glass-like sleeve; Antonella
Zagaroli watches where colour begins to haze; Anamaría Crowe Serrano won't mistake the
gilding around the edges; Steve Spence wades into warm tropical water; Andrew Nightingale
is last of the species to draw diagrams of a golden age; Marita Over believes they are there
if she can smell honey; and Tim Allen shakes the sauce bottle of memory upside down.