Fitting that I have handled other people’s brains. Not brains that anybody was using anymore, mind you. I never handled other people’s neurological or psychological brain issues. I literally handled them as in removed them, put them in jars (plastic tubs these days), sliced them like loaves of bread. And unfixed brain is one that has not been sitting in formalin (formaldehyde). It is in its, well, kind of natural state. When fresh, a brain is the consistency of firm tofu. That is what slicing through an unfixed brain feels like. This photo is of a fixed brain and spinal cord.