I cannot figure out who I am as a body these days. I look in the mirror, right into the scars, trying to read them like the dreams I have at night of driving around lost for hours, or not being able to make a call on a pay phone. There is always an emergency in those dreams. Right before the sleep that might take me back to such dreams, I touch my chest - feel the lines and the numbness too, try to measure with my fingers where feeling begins. I get up in the morning and always put my glasses … [Read more...]
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