You were laid flat and spread across a page, underscored by a caption that says The anatomy of a female human. This humiliated body, not yours anymore, is addressed with needles coming from different directions. They bend and extend, touching the origins of your existence: this specific permutation of organs that has survived natural selection. On the other end were words you have no clue about the etymology: Aorta, Alveolus, Femur, Uterus. You were never memorized without these, labels you don’t understand. A hand flips the page, and you embrace other dead characters.