There's something haunting about seeing the human body described as a 'messy machine' oozing at the edge of the world. It’s like we’re all just these physical shells blinded by the sun, trying to tell the difference between summer heat and the 'ashy' remains of winter. But it’s not just abstract art; it hits different when you bring in the reality of what’s happening in Ukraine: the 'blood cake,' the 'gunpoint at the gate,' and that chilling image of a translator whispering a treaty into a pink earpiece. It really makes you think about how we inhabit these bodies we didn't choose, especially during war. Are we just 'elemental facts' or the stories we tell? It’s a gut punch about looking at loved ones as strangers when trauma takes over. It’s deep, visceral, and honestly, a bit terrifying to think of a doctor studying their own family as a stranger. It forces you to stop looking away from the illusions we create just to survive the day. #poetry #literature #philosophy https://thoxt.com/l/bBnlbm 🔗