Our skin --
all over us, inside us;
multiple, divisible, same same but different; different in parts within, and all over, the same self; a multiplicity.
And where, it is our scars -- that write themselves onto us, the keloids that hold us, claw us (khele) together -- which give us form (eidos).
Without which, there is no possibility of even knowing (eidenai),
catching a glimpse of,
our very self.
The skin upon which I write,
upon which I writhe. Which writhes on me as I write.
As I am writing skin.
all over us, inside us;
multiple, divisible, same same but different; different in parts within, and all over, the same self; a multiplicity.
And where, it is our scars -- that write themselves onto us, the keloids that hold us, claw us (khele) together -- which give us form (eidos).
Without which, there is no possibility of even knowing (eidenai),
catching a glimpse of,
our very self.
The skin upon which I write,
upon which I writhe. Which writhes on me as I write.
As I am writing skin.
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