"Is it true we are what we eat? Or are we rather what we breathe? The excreta and carbon dioxide and kinetic energy we pump back into nature? Were we really no more than the sum of our parts? Were we the clouds, the trees, the stones? ... how could anyone say for sure where their own being stopped and the birds began?"

This little book is all kinds of weird. A stunning translation of visceral prose. Not for the faint of heart (nor the faint of stomach).