“I find that the sensation of myself as an ego inside a bag of skin is really a hallucination.”
“We are not all connected. We are bags of skin. We are all separate bags of thinking skin.”
“Look at him now, poor fellow. That's what a dose of reality does for you...Never touch the stuff myself, you understand. Find it gets in the way of the hallucinations.”
“He shrugged. Confusion was like struggling to find the proper way to sit inside his skin.”
“But as his warmth soaks into me, and he hugs me tighter, I find myself hoping he'll never let go. I close my eyes and press my cheek against his, skin on skin.”
“I would rather carry around a plastic bag with five thousand Euro inside, than carry around a Louis Vuitton/Gucci/Prada bag with only one hundred Euro inside!”