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---
title: Hands
genre: prose

project:
    title: "Buildings out of air: Paul in the Woods"
    css: paul
    order: 10
    next:
    - title: Toilet
      link: toilet
    - title: Hardware
      link: hardware
    previous:
    - title: Shed
      link: shed
    - title: Fire
      link: fire
...

He looked down at his hands idly while he was typing.  They were dry and
cracked in places.  He thought he might start bleeding so he went inside for
some lotion.

"Do we have any lotion" he asked his mother.  "In the medicine cabinet" she
said without looking up from the TV.  He walked into the bathroom and looked
at himself in the mirror.  "I look strange" he said to himself "I look like a
teenager."  He stared into his right eye, then his left.  He saw nothing but
his own reflection fish-eyed in his pupils.  He opened the medicine cabinet.

Back in his Writing Shack, he started to type.

```type
What is it about hands that gives
them such power?  It is that their
power is hidden in the arm.  Push
on the inside of the wrist--the
hand closes.  Reach under the skin
and pull on the outside tendons--
the hand opens again.  Hands are
only machines for grasping,
controlled by the arm, not the
mind.
```