The body ends just like a candle ends with consumption alone. 150,000 corpses are dumped worldwide every day. French and German and Chinese and Spanish troops, Belgian troops, Australian or New Zealand or Fijian troops. Blas de Otero famously said, “The dead dies, it ends, there is no cure”. And then what was the body? For me it was a place, a place where I spent my life, a kind of apartment, a room, I don’t know, a physical space where my moral concerns came out. I walked through the body like I was walking the streets of a town. I lived in different parts of it: sometimes in the heart; sometimes in the brain, but also in the stomach or knees. I updated it from time to time, such as when I changed the furniture in the kitchen or painted the hallway. I took care of him and neglected him. I was more worried about him than he was worried about me. Thanks to him, I stopped smoking, binge drinking, and abusing Mexican food.
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