Do you ever think about the human body? Just like, really think about it? About how it’s a complete mess of systems that somehow manage to hold together, even in the face of incredible damage, except that it doesn’t have a super great way of restoring that damage fully, so over your life it becomes a journal of all the especially physically dramatic occurrences you’ve experienced, written in scars and stretch marks and all manner of odd lumps?
Anyway, I played 11:45: A Vivid Life recently.
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