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Reverberation. Percussion. Reminds me of a metalshop masters show I was just watching. The finalists had to use found instruments to create a new/unknown instrument. My fingertips reminded me of the innerworkings of a piano – the weirdly shaped parts that strike the strings..? chords..? I’m not of the musical variety.
My fingernails can feel. What the heck? Just like with my hair – I’ve never thought too much about my fingernails’ experience of the world. It was funny though, as soon as I tapped them upside down on my desk, I knew they absolutely did not like that. When I gently use my fingertips to tap my fingernails – it was not a like or dislike response, but a sense of curiosity. Tomorrow at my cafe breakfast, I wonder how many people will look at me perplexed as to why it seems I have found some kind of magic recipe for life in the gentle tapping of my fingernails.
Why nails? Is there a similarity to construction, connection and carpentry that my fingernails innately know?
Alright, calm down. Getting too meta over here. I like my fingernails and that’s that.
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