Skin and bones

You know, for all our pontification and theorizing and building, the fact remains, we’re all just a bunch of gunk stuck onto a skeletal foundation. All of us from kings to the unemployed, from skinny super models to obese computer technicians to beefy bodybuilders…we’re all just skin and bones.

Some of us, though, are more skin and bones than others. I don’t mean this in the normal sense of the term: not in a skinny way; rather, it’s more like a quality of construction way. Most of us, our bones, our skin, our fat and muscle; it all synthesizes into a whole that is more than the sum of its parts. We look at them and we see a person, not mere skin and bone.

But then there are others that when you look at them, if you look closely, you can really see the skin hanging off the bone. You can see the shape of the skull, the face clinging on like a person clinging for dear life on the edge of a cliff. You can immediately see through them, dissecting without the need of a knife, neatly separating them into their component parts, in your mind.

I try to imagine myself this way, sometimes. Separated into piles. One for bones, another for muscle, another for fat, another for organs and then one for skin all sitting next to a bucket of blood. It reminds me of Björk’s lyric: “I am a fountain of blood in the shape of a girl.” Maybe the items could be catalogued neatly, sitting on a shelf in bags. I could look it up, but I wonder which bag would be the heaviest? For some reason I imagine the blood as the heaviest, but maybe I overestimate how much is in me.

Anyway, regardless of the category to which I belong, the fact remains: some of us appear to be facsimiles of humans. Perhaps they are aliens, walking among us…preparing for the moment when they will rise up and take over.

Not to get too movie-scripty or anything, but this thought just leapt into my mind uncontrollably as I sit here in Starbucks, with an obvious alien sitting before me. I wonder what her role is in the impending takeover…

Perhaps I should return to my work.

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