Our skin --all over us, inside us; multiple, divisible, same same but different; different in parts within, and all over, the same self; a multiplicity.
And where, it is our scars -- that write themselves onto us, the keloids that hold us, claw us (khele) together -- which give us form (eidos).
Without which, there is no possibility of even knowing (eidenai), catching a glimpse of, our very self.
The skin upon which I write, upon which I writhe.
Which writhes on me as I write.
As I am writing skin.
