![]() ![]() Sometimes A wakes up as a boy, and sometimes as a girl. The book is about a person, A, who wakes up in a different body every day. I’m never the same person twice, but I’ve certainly been this type before. I look around and know that this is his room. Today I am Justin. Somehow I know this – my name is Justin – and at the same time I know that I’m not really Justin, I’m only borrowing his life for a da. The biography kicks in, a welcome gift from the not-me part of the mind. I wake up, open my eyes, understand that it is a new morning, a new place. I am myself – I know I am myself – but I am also someone else. It’s the life, the context of the body, that can be hard to grasp. The body is the easiest thing to adjust to, if you’re used to waking up in a new one each morning. ![]() ![]() It’s not just the body – opening my eyes and discovering whether the skin on my arm is light or dark, whether my hair is long or short, whether I’m fat or thin, boy or girl, scarred or smooth. Immediately, I have to figure out who I am. ![]()
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |