When I look at my hands, it’s difficult for me to get past how familiar I am with them. It’s difficult for me to see them for what they are, in a more objective sort of way. Weird things, hands. Kind of reptilian and kind of alien. Fingers sounds like a disease.
This morning I woke up a few hours before my alarm and wasn’t tired enough to get back to sleep. I did some puzzles on my phone, read some articles, and took this photo of my hand – which got me thinking about hands.
We’re freaks.
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