Dear Logos,
I discovered something. On my person of all places (Marginalia: Interesting turn of phrase). I was rubbing my skull absent-mindedly and realized I had been rubbing a small scar the size of the hole of a straw. On further investigation, I found several more (on my skull) altogether.
Five, one behind my year. (Margenalia: Freudian slip).
Who’s to know what further explorations of my body will yield.
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