Inhabiting my Skin Karunya Srinivasan My body does not feel like today.
home
I fumble at the door with the wrong keys, so I have to jump over the gate and break down the back door. Like a thief in my own
house
The inside has been redecorated, the furniture rearranged, so every time I walk into a room I trip. Even the cutlery has been moved to the wrong cupboards so everytime I open one when I need something I am lost. I've forgotten which switches turn on 42
