Me: How does it feel to hold something that was once part of you but never again will be? Do you feel a tiny moment of grief? Of wonder at your body? Of nostalgia? How does it feel to grasp one of the planks of your own ship of theseus?
Him: Licky licky spinny feather
I don't have it at the moment but this has the same vibe as that post about mushrooms and something about the guy pointing a gun at the mushroom and it saying "you can't kill me in a way that matters" (I swear to gods I'm not on shrooms btw it's a real post)


















