[me-seum/ a museum of chi-body]

 

I look at my hands and feet often. And thighs. Collarbones. Neck. Chin. Eyes. Veins that run down my neck. Veins that sprawl backs of my hands... 

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As if astonished, intrigued, doubting. ​

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Who is this? 

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This is an archive of them - of me. My physical embodiment. With time running through. With changing relationship between me and it. 

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[in progress]

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