Fashioning the Body: Versions of the Citizen, the Self, and the Subject

I am an object that has been separtated from something. There's a space for another object to interact with me. I could be some kind of weightlifting equipment. After all, I fit in the hand quite nicely. I spin well-maybe I'm some kind of pointer. I could conform to different parts of the bpody but I don't which ones. Maybe I'm a "personal" massager. I am incomplete. I feel useless without the other part of me as if I had no purpose without it. What will happen to me  if I'm continued to be separated from the other part of me. Will I wither away and die? I feel so lonely...