When I was a kid I watched a documentary on Frida Kahlo and was haunted and intrigued by her bus accident, which involved a handrail going through her body.
Since then I have had these dreams where a metal pipe is through my stomach. I refuse taking the pipe out of my stomach during the entire dream because I fear when the pipe is removed I will fall apart. Frida Kahlo’s self-portrait seems to illustrate these dreams to me. A silent cry, understanding that if a section is taken from the pillar that is her back, she will crumble.