Trust

Hands Trust

Count the fingers on each new hand as this time there may be more of them, or too few.

This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang, but a finger.

Amongst several of my strange cognitive habits, lies my finger-counting woe. I can't look at a photograph with hands present without counting the fingers. It's as if I'm guessing something is immediately off, or that I'll be caught off-guard, so it's an internalised safety mechanism. I don't know where it came from, or where it ends.

Do we all have the same amount of fingers? Why do we trust that we do? 

I'm somewhat relieved when I count to five. But I'm not always sure I will again.


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