{"id":2755,"date":"2018-03-11T09:00:00","date_gmt":"2018-03-11T09:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/wp.lancs.ac.uk\/translatingpain\/?p=2755"},"modified":"2018-06-16T14:19:57","modified_gmt":"2018-06-16T14:19:57","slug":"the-velocity-of-pain","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp.lancs.ac.uk\/translatingpain\/2018\/03\/11\/the-velocity-of-pain\/","title":{"rendered":"‘The Velocity of Pain’, by Sonya Huber"},"content":{"rendered":"

I lie on the couch, but you cannot see my velocity. I have a tangential vectoring sense that pain is coiled mitochondrial speed, that while I am prone I am riding the rails deep into the future and the past at once, as if pain exposes ruptures in the time\/space continuum and pulls me into the openings, as if a body at rest in pain is a body in motion through time rather than space. There is a sense of pressure on my skin as the force of time\u2019s ungluing. There is a sense of coiled mathematical work and a formula connecting time to pain through space as I leave my location on the timeline and descend into time\u2019s scaffolding. I am quantum, visible in two places at once. The electrons vibrate with pain, which is the pressure of the universe, the music of the planets.<\/span><\/p>\n