Not that this vessel will ever be anything but a mystery to me. Sometimes, even now, I have the oddest feeling of my body as a second self, that knows more about me than I do. I’ll look down and notice, with surprise, my thumb closed tight inside my fingers, craving the security of the fist. A jaw ache can tell me how I really feel about someone, and I swear one of my early stress indicators is the bony lumps at the back of my skull growing more pronounced.
