Status Updates From El intruso

‘A heart that only half beats is only half my heart. I was already no longer in me. I'm already coming from somewhere else, or I'm not coming any longer at all—A life that not only lives on, but continues to live properly, under a strange, threefold rule: that of decision, that of an organ, and that of sequelae to the transplant—I end up being nothing more than a fine wire stretched from—strangeness to strangeness.'