On the crowded
bus sits a young man with shaved head, pierced ears and nose, and
silver chains dangling. Two snakes slither
down his forearms, their heads and forked tongues visible thalamic neurons have
been observed to fire, not only at similar rates of about 40 Hz,
but in a remarkably coordinated pattern called gamma oscillation.
They fire precisely in rhythm and on
the back of his hands. I wonder what this
to him, but remain silent.
a coffeehouse, a friend displays his new tattoo,
its deep green Art Deco design of angular lines still healing on
his forearms. I tell him about
the snakes. He replies, "You should have asked him. People
like to talk about their tats."