Whose was it?

It’s funny to think of one’s skull as something that belongs to them or once belonged to them. It feels much more as if it is the person or at least a part of who that person is or was. I think of my skull as such a key part of myself, it is almost impossible to imagine it as a possession. But it is an interesting thought experiment to consider my possession of it as temporary.
It might actually help me take my migraines less personally. If the skull is just mine temporarily, the migraines are just a mismatch between tenant and landlord. Or just a miscommunication between two different inhabitants of the same space.


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