ALT All my life I had been very lonely. Even when I was in a relationship there was still an immense, unwavering hunger for intimacy that could not be sated by touch, carnal pleasure or shared emotions. What I wanted I thought was impossible; to be truly cared for... every part of me.

ALT On a night of particularly bad insomnia, I was joylessly clicking around online, looking for anything. That's when I found it. Antique restoration videos. I must have wached a hundred of them. They had awakened something deep inside me.

ALT I saw these once-beautiful objects restored to their former glory, disassembled, every component lovingly afforded its own dignity. And I knew that was what I always wanted, to become the modular man. I started off small. I cut off my pinky.

ALT I gently removed the skin and the muscle. I neatly laid the parts out and I got to work on the cleaning. It was a success. I was proud of what I had accomplished, but it wasn't enough.