He Used to Be Me

'I sit on the stone that will mark the bed of my bones. You'll find the used-to-be-me, soon, flat body, washed up, wrinkly skin. No silly grin. You'll say, What a waste of a life. Tut-tut sounds jump out. Dangle like worms from your crow's mouth ...' Meet Daft Matt, the Mayo man at the heart of this astonishing, form-bending story, as he wanders the streets of Castlebar in search of Devil's feet –...