I touch her face long and think, make sure you know her nose bridge in case you go blind out of nowhere. The thought is also to spend some time wearing eye patches in case one eye is lost, and I need to be prepared for the worst. Nothing is wrong with my eyes, yet. Just slight near-sightedness. But you can never be too sure. Then there were so many people on those stilt-y canes today, lacking feet or legs or whatever, and I will have to prepare for that in case, too. It’s a feeling I’ve always had in my gut that someday I would have only one leg. And then so many weaves in everyone’s hair around the city, and I should prepare to have one, too, in case my hair goes awry, and I can’t manage it properly anymore. The idea is to be ready for anything, even if it means morphing into unrecognizable territory.
I think I’ll be least mad about the leg, since I’ve expected to lose it the longest. Then the hair, which I like but don’t need, per se, and then the vision. I would really prefer to go deaf than blind. However, it’s beyond my control. It’s a bit weird about missing my hair more than my legs, maybe. I’m not so sure, actually, because hats.