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These damned hands!
I am a person who likes to touch things. I like the textures, the rough bits and the subtle things. Wherever I go, I tend to touch atleast something on the way. It’s not a compulsion, and I don’t feel bad when and if I don’t, but why deprive oneself of such simple pleasures?
Also, I have rather bad memory for faces; I have mild problems remembering peoples faces, especially if they’re new to me. Stupid things – like my friend who claimed to be “the proud result of a thousand years of nordic inbreeding” and liked to sing Bellman tunes. We don’t really hang anymore, but he’s there, in the back of my head constantly.
Or the friend who had a band called “Alkis in shades” – alcoholic in sunshades, a play on Alice in chains. Or the genious who coined the phrase “best thing about peing in a group is that you don’t know who smells like kaviar“, which I consecuently turned to the title of this blog.
As usual I digress.
The touch
I have a hard time remembering faces. A good memory of silly things or basic fuckups – and a very good memory for touch. You should try touching things. The roughness of old concrete or a brick wall. The smooth stickyness of clean glass, the subtle – almost electric – feeling of fingertip against fingertip. Try it; it’s both interesting and sensual. Even the feeling of the keys on the laptop, or the soft abrasiveness of it’s many cables: highly interesting and very pleasant (in a totally non-sexual way).
As a consequence of all this, I – like many others – like to be touched. Pair this with the memory of touch, the feelings in my fingertips, palms, forehead, lips, nose, even feet. The memory of surfaces, soft, hard, rough, silky, the bow of a brow, the soft skin on the inside of the forearm
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Damn these hands!
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