This is just so macabre. A man holding a part of his skull. No wonder it attracted me.
The report said that Sambhu Roy, a 25-year-old electrician of West Bengal, damaged his scalp when he received severe burns while repairing a high-voltage wire. A piece of his skull came off. However, the inner membrane is intact and so fresh bone can grow.
Despite the pain and suffering, he is fortunate to be able to see what something inside him looks like, to feel it. He is truly in touch with his inner self.
For the rest of us who go searching for chiaroscuros in a game of soul shadow-play, we must realise that our inner selves are also what we let hang out.
Imagine a hollow in your head and feel the membrane. Forget the tent; this is home.
A few important thoughts are running through my mind:
If people know that everything has an expiry date, then why talk about longevity?
Isn't a truth that is held back also a lie?
Is it possible to slash one's wrists and not bleed?
Is it possible to not speak and be heard?
Is it possible to let go and yet feel like nothing has gone?
Is it possible to be given something and feel like something has been taken away?
...Choices. Give them. Make them. You lose anyway. You cannot have choices. There is only one choice.