Using the body as a tool to show the resistant of its affection
The story of ugliness is a story of pain, suffering, fragility, and simultaneity. The ugliness makes us see what we would rather look away from. When something preoccupies me and I mentally drift away, it starts to chew, bite, and gnaw. The muscle power processes automatically. My teeth leave their marks on the skin. The mucous membranes regenerate quickly, faster than the head ever could. Thoughts flash thru my mind, the teeth move to the pulse in an unsteady rhythm. Inevitably, I face hatred and see its self-efficacy.
