our own skin I feel as if I'm looking into the world from a window, or observing myself from above. As I look back, I realize I've always had this feeling. I had it even before I could express it to myself. Probably the reason I don't remember my thoughts as a child is because they were so strange, as I rose out of my body with each moment of sleep and hovered over myself like a protective cloud. It's easy to do. We're told that our tiny young brain is gradually filled with impressons, but it's not that way at all. It's more like we come into the world filled with impressions that we are eager to confirm with our own skin.
	location: San Francisco date: Winter 1995–1996 average rating: [not rated] your rating (0-10):