Those moments when you see the other hand on the table and question: is it the hand of my beloved? Is it actually that one? Yes it is. The body stops being physical and becomes just the composition of un-narrable emotions.
Melancholic and beautifully tender. I sometimes think about how hands can be intimate puzzles that change forms based on emotional context. The way we express our love (or hate) morphs the structure of touch.
Thank you for playing and for the lovely comment. It's a great thought to have! It definitely echoes some of the things I had in mind while working on this little game.
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Those moments when you see the other hand on the table and question: is it the hand of my beloved? Is it actually that one? Yes it is. The body stops being physical and becomes just the composition of un-narrable emotions.
I felt like living it. Thank you Elise.
This was wonderful.
Thank you for your thoughtful comments. I'm glad this interactive piece resonated with you. :)
Melancholic and beautifully tender. I sometimes think about how hands can be intimate puzzles that change forms based on emotional context. The way we express our love (or hate) morphs the structure of touch.
Thank you for playing and for the lovely comment. It's a great thought to have! It definitely echoes some of the things I had in mind while working on this little game.