Unique tangible identity
Without our skin, man would be but a mushy, shapeless mass.

Under the skin
No matter how much space you occupy yourself, what is at least clear is that what is under your skin is yours, there applies your absolute personal integrity. But who owns the space just outside your form?

The boundary between the “I” and the external world
How much space can we occupy as individuals? This question occurred to me as I sat behind someone on the plane who, due to his body size, occupied three seats.

My fictional, virtual personal space
By constantly sewing together silicone castings of my own body in a different way, I take on a different volume each time. Sometimes I might feel like taking up more space. Or maybe I’m bending over backwards to avoid being noticed?