In today’s world, so many of our foundations are slipping away. Issue VI of TwoTwoOne.NYC asks you to look at your hands. What are you creating, building, protecting or communicating? Who was the last person to hold your hand? What do you and those around you pick up, put down, or hold onto for dear life? Consider the state of your hands. What have you washed off, what stains, scars or stories remain? Tell us the story of your hands.
By Blue Dampf
i’ve decomposed
and reimposed
every mold of my composition
an artificial acquisition
is taunting my intuition
misunderstood suspicion
is my father’s repetition
i’m breaking my own ribs