First you were the artist whose melancholic music transported me. Then you were my only human lifeline through an endless sea of strangers, automatons who picked up my limbs, manouvered me, prodded me, looked at me, put things inside me, tutted at me, berated me, argued with me… a sea that came and went…. each strangers touch taking more of my humanity away from me and never bringing it back. I looked into each set of eyes looking for someone who understood anything about how it felt to be me. Someone who could do something to get me away from this horror that was my own body. My work of…