01.23.01 - 03:14:32

Specimen:

Hardware from right index finger.

Gross:

Submitted in the fresh state and stated to be 'hardware from right index finger' is a single metallic screw measuring 1.2 cm in length and up to .2 cm in greatest diameter. No histological sections are submitted and the hardware was sent to Materials Management after proper disinfection.

Diagnosis:

Hardware, right index finger.

Someone somewhere watches the little unwanted unnecessary poisonous poisoning pieces of someone else whom heshe has never seen, which come to himher from everywhere. And measures it, and marks, somehow, its passing.

how strange the world.

And shehe studies these bits of people, takes our dangerous cells and betraying organs, and reduces them through some sympathetic magic to clean, precise, scientific words and steals the demons from our body and gives us a sort of truth that goes down sweet and clean, cleansing. In some laboratory, with hisher breath hot and moist in the dry, machine-cooled air, separated from us by the blessing of distance, learning our bodies more intimately than even a lover can, from the inside out. We are names, and numbers, and this is more comforting than the hysteria of diagnosis, the scattering devolution illness brings, from person, autonomous, to patient, dependent and weak and weak and sick and sick and betrayed by the function of our own shells.

And then shehe walks into the wide world, in the electric blue of a breathing twilight, into that suffusing, dark, lightfilled blue of fallenfalling light where the sky is so vibrant it seems closer than anything else. closer, more touchably closer, than even our own hands could aspire to be. And breathes the air and light that we all breathe, and exhales the knowledge of our selfpoisons to let them mingle with the wind which is the simmering blue sky's own breath, and is cleansed, cleansed of it all by the light that is both more and less than light, turbulent with the intensity of the war in the atmosphere between night and day.

what i want is a room with a view of twilight, and five minutes each evening to soar.