Remembering is to make invisible wounds wedged between muscles and tissues, between past and present, the protagonist. After an assault around my neck area, I was burden with not knowing my own skin. I guided my embedded scar with a non-traumatised non-human body to begin a process of retrusting. In the performance, I massaged, traced, cleaned and sculpted clay with my neck. This was the first prolonged contact between the wound and any other body, the clay and my gentle yet brave fingers caressed the memory of coercion.