Jeremy Fernando
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.