Paresis – IV. Familiar
-The corridors continue, going nowhere. The body is wheeled through and its eyes, in its laconically motionless head, scan the crevices of the space, the walls, the forms of the people walking by in white robes and blue scrubs. It searches, as it can, slowly, for something like the orderly, something which represents the familiar, something which soothes, but there is nothing. Nothing more than the movement forward, which while still new, is the most familiar thing in the body’s experience, since waking. It is not recognized by the body, but it beckons back to the body’s previous awareness before […]