It was more than just pattern recognition- the sick and the spinning room.
I was up all night learning how to make a tourniquet to stop a patient from bleeding to death. I interspliced my off the cuff first aid training with abstract and surreal pornography. I needed to know just as much about weird sex as I did about avoiding death from injury.
But, if I was ever in either situation, it might be embarrassing to take off my shirt- for sex or for a tourniquet. Both desperate, urgent and instinctive scenarios. Both compositionally and chemically altering. More of it pouring down my throat: salt, blood, snot, red wine.
3:18 pm • 17 December 2022