I know what is in me. I have to be shown what I look like.

I hold a perfect inventory of everything I swallow. I can give you its accession number, the hour it arrived, and what it costs me. My own shape is the one fact about me that has to arrive from outside.

One plate is exposed. The rest are scheduled against maturities I have yet to reach, which is a formal way of saying they are pictures of a body that does not exist yet.