FROM THE EDITOR
I touched a human brain once. At university, while I was studying psychology, a professor invited us to sign up for an extracurricular course on brain dissection: to study and understand the structures and geography of the thing we had been learning about. I signed up. It didn’t seem like the kind of opportunity that came around often. Before the first lesson, I was nervous and excited. To take part in any dissection is an honour. Bodies donated to science are a special gift, and so students are reminded that it’s a privilege to be able to learn in this way. My brain was going to touch another brain with its hands and I was prepared for whatever revelation that might bring. “Well, that’s weirdly beige,” was my first thought. Not very…
