My heart
Kilimanjaro Recycling issue
“My heart stopped beating. A once pulsating vascular mass became dead. Grey. Defunct.
A new heart now throbs in its place, red and fleshy; reactivating the body that teetered upon the brink of death. Re-energising the self from within.
The slit which separates my chest marks the spot where the old organ was put to rest and the new re-awakened. Heart transplants are more than mere operations or testimonies to the advances of science but instances of man-made rebirth. Of strange biological recycling.
Fragments of the body can attain immortality, caught up in a process of re-animation.
Live forever. Donate your heart." JW