This is a golem. And this is the first chapter of my forthcoming memoir, which combines approximately 87% completely truthful life story with absolute fantasy. If you’re wondering where the fantasy is, just wade a few pages in, until you see the golem appear.
My arms broke one day. I don’t mean that their bones broke — I’ve never had a broken bone — but that my arms’ capacity as limbs, their functionality, coherence, suddenly ended.
Furthermore, my hands ended as hands. They began to hurt so badly that I didn’t want to do anything with them, because that just made them hurt more. Continue reading