mystic_savage

Not all dramas are large. Any NYU film student will tell you that. There is a theater to hands, for example. Watch people's hands and you can tell their stories.

Your hands tell me your story. You thumb the mouse alongside your keyboard and you are longing for connection. You massage your right wrist because you have been at the computer too long. You type slowly and make mistakes because you are tired. Your hands are generous, impatient and self-conscious. You are the person who will drop the quarter when you try to roll it across your fingers in the parking lot. You will say "whoops!" in case anyone is watching, but you will let the quarter go. This is how you regularly lose quarters.

My hands are stubby and square, made for practical things like changing diapers, but my secret hands are graceful. They play concertos on my keyboard and write symphonies for other people to hear. They smooth like silk across a stretch of skin and make a moment into a prayer of gratitude. They speak in their own sign language, asking you questions. Can you hear what they're whispering?