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Hmm.. I've recently found great love in taking tape, applying it to my fingers, and peeling it off, so I can examine my own fingerprints. At first a simple, giveaway thing. Not quite dirt, not quite dead flesh, a simplistic imprint of something that represents who I am. I can look at it from afar, and see something easy, approachable, minute... but the further you allow your eyes to dig, the more and more there is to see.. an entire complex universe, right there, just within the depths of the tips of your fingers... I stare as far into them as I can, and I pretend I am looking at the hedgemaze of a colony, weaving and collapsing right in front of me, on a thin piece of adhesive. It is nothing, it is foolish, and it is lovely.
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