I know the feeling. I have an odd obsession with, since it has happened to me, sizable incisions made on a person's body during an accident. I had my foot cut open on shale this past summer, and couldn't stop looking at it. Now, I cannot stop writing about it.
Though, I think it might have just enhanced what was already there. I still have the desire to cut a person's fingers down to the bone and study the delicate joints, there. Though, again, their pain would defeat my obvious romantic ideals of the human body. (Such as the beauty of sinew and muscle and ligaments. Or the way stripped fingers would sound.) Such is life.
And I would not dare to do so, anyway.
Also, I cannot wait to see the polaroids. I have always had a love affair with picture taken in that form. It is just so...Nostalgic. ♥
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I know the feeling. I have an odd obsession with, since it has happened to me, sizable incisions made on a person's body during an accident. I had my foot cut open on shale this past summer, and couldn't stop looking at it. Now, I cannot stop writing about it.
Though, I think it might have just enhanced what was already there. I still have the desire to cut a person's fingers down to the bone and study the delicate joints, there. Though, again, their pain would defeat my obvious romantic ideals of the human body. (Such as the beauty of sinew and muscle and ligaments. Or the way stripped fingers would sound.) Such is life.
And I would not dare to do so, anyway.
Also, I cannot wait to see the polaroids. I have always had a love affair with picture taken in that form. It is just so...Nostalgic. ♥
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