Dear Frankenstein’s Monster,
You wear your story on your skin. Every scar, every seam, every mark tells us exactly where you’ve been. In a physicalist world, that’s not just poetic, it’s literal. Who we are is written in muscle memory, in healed wounds, in the wear and tear of living inside a body.
Physicalism reminds us that our experiences leave traces. Trauma isn’t just remembered, it’s embodied. Joy changes posture. Pain reshapes us. The body keeps score, whether we like it or not. There’s no hidden essence floating somewhere else, no soul tucked away behind the eyes. What you see is what there is.
From this perspective, identity isn’t some invisible ghost. It’s built, piece by piece, through interaction with the world. The scars matter because they’re proof. Proof that something happened. Proof that we were here.
So we turn to you, dear reader, with a simple question:
If who you are is written on your body, what stories do your scars tell? Which experiences have shaped you in ways you can still feel?
Still stitched together and standing,
~ The Radical Left