A break from roomcleaning and organizing, a time of random and intense thought about nothing.

[fais_doowop]

I read an article in "Science News" some months ago about recent studies involving people with brain psychosis--schitzophrenics, etc. They mentioned random cases, but the one that I still remember was the woman who suffered some kind of shock trauma and broke her arm, and, upon recovery, couldn't ever remember having an arm. Her brain had somehow erased its existance, and, while the arm was fully working, she could not grasp the concept of the limb ever being bodily connected to her. She went on about her daily life, and referred to her arm as "the rock." Recently, as I sat on my bed de-spiraling my middle school math notebooks, which, incidently, took me about half an hour and a pair of pliars, I tried to pull a similar experience. If you put your arm down, let it relax, and get used to the sensation of whatever it may be resting on, you can, for a few seconds, look at it as some kind of foreign object. It's no longer your arm, but some other arm, or just some piece of skin and flesh sitting there in front of you. If you then will yourself to move your finger, it's a kind of mild shock when you see the flesh move and you feel a brush against your skin.

Limbs are the oddest part of the human anatomy. How strange it is that our minds are so synchronized with these hanging bones.