Journal entry 10 eek
Clapping hands
‘What is it about the sound of clapping hands’ I ask.
The dog continues walking but I don’t care, I just keep talking.
‘Why dose it seem like an ocean of sound, breaking like waves on top of you? Why dose it make the tide turn on you?’
Now I think about it.
Maybe its because it’s one of the most noble things humans do with their hands.
I mean they make fists with there hands. They use them to hurt each other and steal things.
When humans clap, it’s the one time the stand together and applaud other humans.
I think they’re there to keep things,
‘They hold moments together,’ I say quietly, ‘to remember.’
The dog isn’t too impressed. And the darkness crouches down.
I shut my mouth and keep walking.
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