“Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time,
Unless to spy my shadow in the sun
And descant on mine own deformity”
Richard III
A.K.A. Sunspotters, Peelers, Backburners (Ω + 1)
There’s something transcendent about the pain of a sunburn.
Sure it’s probably the constant irritation, swelling and peeling skin. But maybe it's the reminder that the sun, the giver of all life on Earth, is also that which bestows burrowing cancer, inflicts droughts and strikes all those who behold it blind.
