Feel-Feel the Limb-Limbs
It’s June 14. We’re halfway through this year already? I’ve worn the skin of time a while now, but its stretchings and contractions remain mysterious. Onward! As if there were another option.
However!
Maybe it’s because the BFF is coming to visit me for the weekend, maybe it’s because I’m otherwise distracted, but I’m finding I don’t have a lot to say this week. Not that life has lacked for stimulus or event. It’s more that I’ve been slightly reorienting myself to words and how they function in this “volatile simian nervous system” of mine; lately I’ve been internalizing the degree to which my body and its vivid patchwork of linked sensations (watercolors, pain, gritted teeth, steady illumination) are the quintessential substance of this marzipan-based life-form. Language is feeling more like a dissociative plane, a phantom intermediary. Me and not me. Lovely, no? Scary, too. I love you. See you next time.
—Dara Khan