I continued to feel moments of heightened body awareness—verging on policing—throughout the trip, but, I wondered, “Am I doing this to myself or is the space doing it to me, or both?” I noticed, for instance, that I have some dark hairs on my upper arms that I should have shaved off. At lunch, I took not only a second helping of grilled chicken but also a bun for my sausage, bread I feel certain was left as a trap. Gotcha.
