I grew up in a leper colony, in one of the Western world’s last remaining refuges for victims of a very curious disease. Leprosy is an affliction that is almost completely removed from any contemporary context, and yet it remains to this day a potent representation of body horror, social ostracization, and biblical symbology. I never considered my upbringing unusual because, like all children everywhere and in every time, I simply accepted the circumstances into which I was born. I possessed