Human Condition: SKINGROW
Health is not valued till sickness comes.
Dr. Thomas Fuller, Gnomologia, 1732
British physician (1654 – 1734)
At first, I thought it was just a slight after-effect I received from the burns ages ago when the oil hit my skin and I was rushed to the nearest bathroom interior with a tap available, churning out the water on the new burn, feeling like a newly “baptised” cow with the heated brand of steel, noting that the scar cooled itself quickly like an overused frying pan, a cook with a triple-shift and a hellish amount of meat and an Olympic swimming pool-sized amount of oil, measured by young people with bad depth perception after thinking that Lye and water at the right temperature might equal nice visual pop rocks that reek of awesomeness to the Nth Degree without believing in the safety that is Safety Glasses, the same people would believe in God if he wasn’t in the Middle East dealing with the shenanigans and the mess that followed. The effect of the burn by the Hot, Holding Instrument With Teeth however was quite cool; people suggested that I should get a tattoo in the shape of it, which was a stitch at the time before it started changing by itself, without notice. No sticky notes, e-mails, ordinary mail, nothing. Before long, this thing has gained the intellect of a hundred scientists (mad ones included) and evolved into a thing humans call dermatitis. I’m lucky that I don’t end up looking like this guy who speaks weirdly, or hiding in a cave because this thing hasn’t learned to go for the face yet.