Day 146’s hand happening left me thinking about how different hands fit together and how sometimes they don’t. I’ve probably contemplated how hands fit together a few times but I’m not sure I’ve talked about it. Sometime certain fits of hands will make me feel a particular way. If my hand feels very small in someones then it can feel child like or in a small way oppressed by it. I have also noticed lately that when I get nervous I have a tendency to grip tighter without even thinking about it.

My other point of reflection is partly to do with meeting strangers. the moment when you have to say goodbye to someone who you might possibly never see again is quite sad. I am lost in wanting to perhaps maintain correspondence somehow but also battling myself to just appreciate the moment for what it is and allow it to simply exist as 30 minutes.