‘Tectonic Skin: touching, receiving mingling. Whirling eddies of wind between my fingers. Eagles there soaring, surfing through the gaps between pronged fingers. Holding Absence. There is so much pleasure in awareness. There is so much pleasure in awareness. Ah.’
My left thumb is slightly small than the right. I used to suck the left one as a child with the index finger hooked over my nose. I did this until I was 11. A comforting.