By Gabriel Blackwell

It's a good thing the city never sleeps because neither does Oli. With his eyes peeled, he roams the streets by night, determined to find some spectacle to gawk at. Stuck between a poster of Christine Keeler and the persistence of his brother’s snores, what’s a man to do but indulge in a little visual pleasure. That is until he meets a silhouette-figure at the back of the club – until he becomes a spectacle himself. Inspired by everything from Artaud to ATIK, Cruelty is a new piece of writing by Gabriel Blackwell about the dubious pleasure we get from what we see and whether we can ever close our eyes to it.