why am I in this body? p.ii

This body at times feels like a shell - an encasing that simply houses my bloody contents. I feel like some kind of sausage; this thin membrane of skin that separates interior from the outer world. Only to blister and crackle when exposed to the grill.

How strange it feels to "possess" a body. What does possession over this coagulation of water, plasma, fat, and bone mean? Sometimes I feel like I am looking at an external object whose movements I have some vague awareness of, as though, when it moves a thought occurs, "ah, I knew that would happen." But it still takes me by surprise.