Back in the day; like, *WAAAY* back in the day, when I was practically living in the crappy little tech booth of my high school, I learned that I have really estranged hands.
This was discovered, because we had some incredibly powerful flashlights backstage, so we could find props and people while the show was going.
The’s lights were so bright, they could shine through your flesh.
People would put their hands over the light, and you could see their tendons moving as they flexed their fingers.
It was *amazing*.
This is when I learned that my hands are *weird*. Cool, but also really different from pretty much everybody else.
Tonight, I’m sitting beneath an incredibly bright red light, and I can see my veins through my skin.
I can see them move as I stretch my fingers out.