Why am I inside the body of a horse? I’m an old horse. I have a saddle on my back. These moments are very overwhelming and confusing for me. I’m fully aware of my horse body and my ever-increasing appetite for hay and grass is bothering me. Yet I’m fully capable of forming words and sentences in my head. Maybe I should not have listened to that vet who administered me the experimental psychedelic shot. I have memories of being a human. Isn’t that strange? Maybe I’m slowly taking up mental and behavioural cues from my human master. I better piss over there, where the dog keeps screwing around. I gotta show him who’s the boss around here.