You unceremoniously washed your hands of me.
As I dismember myself into a manifold of fragments
I explore the fluid fleshiness of physicality
This is where I become limitless and there is a devouring of desires and impulses of bodily drives.
A sensorium that entwines the inside and outside so that there is no longer an inside and outside.
Everything is enfolded, a breath, a moment, touch. I Become a multiple and I emerge myself into this raw desirousness where images come first and I am not only consumed by the pleasure, but from the lingering pain which emerges from my skin and then back into it again.
The body extends beyond itself, boundaries dissolve to a place of double sensations, and objects touch themselves upon me, as I touch myself upon them.
Where does one end and one begin.
I remap the topography of the body and its sensory properties by continuously undoing, unmaking to reassemble again.
The body now is barely present, but its traces, remnants of touch become a mere echo.
Nuala Clooney 2015