We go to the movies to be, well, moved. To have a sensory experience. To feel, in orderly sequence, mad, glad or sad. To identify with a hero, repulsed by a villain. A soundtrack carries us along, like leaves on a river. When the movie ends, we leave the cinema and go home. Where the movie continues but the sense of watching it disappears.
I had polio when I was a kid. Last year it was colorectal cancer. I’m myopic. Three ear surgeries pulled me out of deafness. My senses of taste and smell have vanished. I know what you’re thinking. I’m thinking it too: I’m glad I’m not the body.