I was watching a video and it hit me how much an individual's hand can tell you about that person. Such as how their hand, as defined by circumstances, exposes the person. I don't want to go too deep cause I haven't thought about it too much but... look at the disgruntled youth in some god forsaken place or perhaps a young collegiate in America. How the calluses would tell a thousand tales of hard work, disappointment, snot and tear covered nails, and yet also the subtle firm hug of a mother or hand shake of a proud ...or grip of a disappointed father. Yet the American would also tell a different story, foreign to our previous friend; where the pencil is a familiar friend, the beer bottle and shot glass are normal transactions, "fisting" and slapping your friends on the back is tradition, and yet that same hand also opens up a door to an empty home, can wipe away tears, and go limp from a society's ability to forget that same blessed hand; a soul vacant from all that was promised of the future. A hand can throw a rock, pull a trigger, caress a cheek, secretly scoop cookie dough, or hold a ring. There are so many similarities amongst us all. Fuck differences. Love is a real politic. Sleep well, and good luck on finals UCI!!!
Love Always,
Eric the Red
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