In this entry the Nail Tech considers how touch is never just touch. Hands hold memory, history, permission, and power.

This entry moves from birth-hands to death-hands,
from the soft helpers to the ones that steer us somewhere we never asked to go.

Like Sarah in Labyrinth, suspended in a thousand grasping palms, we explore that quiet question beneath the surface of all guidance:

When is help actually interference?

A meditation on the imprint of first touch,
the hands we inherit, the hands we trust too easily,
and the slow, sovereign art of returning to our own.