whenever i sustain an injury, my first impulse is always to take a photo of it. mia keeps asking why i do it but i have no good answer for her. the best i can come up with is that i’m fascinated by what happens after something happens to me.

when you toe a rock trail running, you get to watch the skin that you had to cut from your hands regenerate and the get to witness the deep purple/black bruises that you sustained fade to a luscious blueish/yellow and then back to normal tan/olive/greek. that, to me, is super-fun and worth documenting.

while i’m not particularly squeamish, i don’t always look forward to injuries. that said, i don’t document the cuts i receive when chopping fruits and veggies. it only seems to be about bike/running injuries. maybe i think it makes me look tough? or maybe the chopping injuries bleed so much that i can’t possibly photograph them while i’m losing that much blood. not sure.

either way, in case you’re wondering what happened in the above photograph, the backpack i wear on my running commute home has been chafing my back over the course of the past week and these are the blisters it left. i kind of have a feeling that a really active though not particularly particular medieval sex worker would have these if she didn’t much care about what kind of surface she worked on (cobblestones, etc). that’s not this though. it’s the bag, i swear.

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