Everyone is a skeleton inside

Sometimes I see someone with a certain head shape and become very conscious of their skull moving around beneath their flesh. What strange bags of meat and bone we are.

Everything that makes you you, is electricity flashing in a few pounds of water and fat, balancing precariously on a pedestal of collagen and calcium.

Maybe the way we decorate our soft machines shouldn’t be so important…

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