What retreat, what remains, when the last borders haven been breached?
When your last sanctuary is revealed as (always, already) lost?
Now that you may no longer draw yourself - withdraw yourself - a single point in a swarming sea. Tides of life break not upon your rock, but seethe inside. The body sickens. The body weakens. We have never been human. We have never been whole. No romance of dissolution. No return to nature's embrace. This, penetration beyond the veil of the flesh. Far beyond the veil of the flesh. Where do we begin, and where does this end? No closer than a hands breadth. No further than a held breath.
On bacteria, selfhood, and the limits of the human.
