I have never punched anyone. I've never had a real fight. If I see a fight my adrenaline almost paralyses me.
I have dark thoughts though.
Today I was thinking about lists. Top ten's, or three's, or one hundred's. Things I'd like to see:
- A plane crash
- My insides
- Someone die
The news today was about a possible face transplant. Planting a face on to someone else. Very challenging, both technically for the surgeons and philosophically for everyone else,
The surgeon justified the procedure by recounting tales of faceless people. He told of loneliness. People going out under scarves, once a week for groceries. Not answering the door to postmen. Existing not living.
Can I be a donor, or do you have to be dead? Is a face like a heart or a kidney?
I'd like to exist. Living is hard. I'd like to shut myself up and not answer the door. Tonight I would.