Book One: The First Carving

You should not have opened this. You know that already, though curiosity blinds more than light ever could. This is not a novel. It is a body dressed in paper. It is not invention. It is record. I carved, I tasted, I swallowed, and then I wrote. Each line preserves what the knife first opened.Understand this: flesh does not endure. It spoils, it leaks, it sours into air. Memory does the same. Name...