an area, a surface, a tree overwhelmed by wrinkles...my back is a shield, a map of contracted muscles, it carries and stores emotions and traumas...look at an arching back! It could embody pain and joy, it depends on the way you look at it...
a back is a central part of your body, my back is the central part of my body, isn't it?
the back sits there 'behind' me and still being me, watching my back is impossible without the mediation of a mirror or of somebody else's perspective...I can 'only' perceive my back, feel it while it moves...I cannot use my eyes, eyes are sometimes a hegemonic inglobalisation of s/objects...
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