there was a time when all my fingers were mounted by smaller hands. but like icarus, i flew too close to the sun and in one graceful arc, my pinkie lost its hat. this picture captures the moment of realization that my hand was lost forever. the shakiness of the camera shows the stressful haste that accompanied this vignette. the black bars on the add focus and represent the asymmetry of my hand, now that my fingers only have 4 hands. had i not taken this picture, perhaps i could have grabbed the