- Vol. 05
- Chapter 06
When I used to pray, I imagined I held God's ear in the palms of my hands.
I hoped for a better world.
Later I saw my palmar crease as a telegraph line line to simian ancestry.
I prayed for better beginnings.
Now when I clasp my hands, I try to reach a future life to ask them/her/him,
Was I remembered, loved?