It was an elective surgery. As much as any surgery can be. I didn't want to watch this one, because I watched the last surgery in reflection in the light above me and I never recovered. I didn't want to watch them open up my brain and slice little pieces out or scrape around my skull, finding the elements of me that I no longer needed. They asked me if I wanted the pieces and parts to keep and put on my desk in a jar of formaldehyde, so I could watch their floating dance through viscous fluids, but i said no. I have no interest in watching parts of me that I never needed.

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