J.O.I.'s father's garage monologue (p. 169)
I learned what it means to be a body, Jim, just meat wrapped in a sort of flimsy nylon stocking, son, as I fell kneeling and slid toward the stretched net, myself seen by me, frame by frame, torn open.
Context
The memory's climax runs as film — "myself seen by me, frame by frame" — the rememberer split into camera and subject inside his own recall. Delivered to the boy who becomes the book's filmmaker, it seeds the family's whole memory-as-footage idiom; Joelle's stuttered 16mm (058) is this passage's direct descendant.