Currently reading : full moon party in my head last night
I dreamt of a camera travelling over the surface of my body, expanses of skin and looming facial features. I could see the image. It moved over my teeth and plunged down my throat, taking me on a visceral journey into my esophagus. Then the camera took a similar voyage into my intestine and my cervix, making visible an architecture of glistening walls and pools of visceral fluid.