Decant a human heart into a test tube. If we can observe the materiality of cognition, its effluence, and its conduit of transmission, we still know nothing about where we came from. Prometheus never finished his experiment. We open one another up with uncertainties. Does a memory flocculate into a kind of sediment? A dismembered pair of lips speaks nothing in solution. The particular is a shard, its science is a form of violence. My physicality & flux blur in the centrifuge but something remains suspended.