our body, body of the world. i'm reading what is mine by josé henrique bortoluci, about his father, the trucker, who helped make the road that destroyed the amazonian rainforest, and his cancer. i'm reading how the destruction of nature for quick profit is like cancer that kills the body of the world, but this metastasis is policy and we have no choice but to live in this degraded world hoping against hope we don't get the cancer too.