I wish I knew the language of hands. There are hundreds of words in the turn of a wrist, thousands in the trembling of fingertips. But there are dozens of interpretations for the clutching of a fist, the stretching of a finger - there are too many exceptions and not enough rules. Syntax and grammar do not exist in the curl of fingers to palm, only a wilder language of thought and feel; there are things that can only be said in the way hands intertwine; there are things that cannot be said at all.
I wish I knew the language of hands. There are hundreds of words in the turn of a wrist, thousands in the trembling of...
I wish I knew the language of hands. There are hundreds of words in the turn of a wrist, thousands in the trembling of...