06/23/2022 - 13:18

I’m a clone made out of plastics.

I am not making allusions to micro-plastics being present in our organisms. I was just thinking, the moment I was born, my first heterogeneous1 skin contact is the plastic gloves of the midwife. My first meal, I eat it out of a bottle, through a silicon nipple. Pacifiers. Juice boxes. Mr. Freeze Pops. I may believe my outer envelope is skin today but what about then?

  1. This is an idea I borrow from André Stern. He describes being born as the passage from a homogeneous space to an heterogeneous one. In the womb, we aren’t cold, we aren’t hungry, etc.