>I feel vaguely self-destructive. Flashes flood through the cracks in my psyche. I’m sliced down the middle, split in half, unable to walk on just one leg or the other. Not in the dark, at least. I need more sunlight. I need to not have what I don’t want. And then I need to want what I still have. And when I only have what I want, I should have nothing. Stitched up then, with two legs, and a psyche smooth as polished glass.