do you ever wake up in the middle of the night and say to yourself, why hello Chauncey, we seem to have woken up in a piece of meat again, look at its memories, what a strange journey this meat has had from its mother’s womb to this point in time, and then your nose starts running because evidently the locus of consciousness currently sitting in your body riffling through your memories is moderately allergic to being meat but it will just have to deal with it until you can go back to sleep and hopefully wake up with a different locus of consciousness that is okay with this whole “meat” thing, but it’s hard to do this when you keep on having to blow your nose instead of lying there in bed and turning your attention inward, away from waking life?
I try not to think about it.