grayestofghosts | My Stupidest Thoughts Were Right

My stupidest thoughts were right. Getting the lined notebook has helped with me writing, and that's terrible because it will only encourage me to give into my baser urges in the future...

Anyway, an excerpt of what I've been working on:

And the only reason I knew all this was because in my twenties when my port-wine stain started coming back, I'd spent way too much time on facial clinic sites, and all of their information was always on the amazing new things they could do rather than on treatments that should be straightforward and cheap (but never really were). It was easy to fall down the rabbit hole of facial reconstruction even if your face was fine, and it was not the offers of beauty that interested me but the more serious offers, the facial reprints and ocular implants, the tooth and hair regrowth, and how after a certain point it was not about attractiveness but about nature, how natural your new face would look, how they had a program that would take a hundred selfies and algorithmically generate a model of your face and extrude it from a flesh printer filled with stem cells generated from cheek scrapings or even scrapings from another orifice if you no longer had a mouth. And, in fact, with such extensive reconstruction, the push toward normality, to nature, was complimentary or even compelled. While a normal person could desire to be prettier, the most grossly disfigured should only desire the normal, all customizations and aestheticizations driven toward perfected nature. Only the normal were allowed to be avant garde -- if your face had been ripped off and it created a perfect blank canvas, you were not allowed to use it.

I think I'm allowed to post excerpts, every so often. Maybe some day I will drum up some interest... nahh...