Synopsis
A restless hand, folding and folding onto itself. It makes no sound... and all the sound in the world. In the era of covid, we have become used to making contact only through digital intermediaries. Touching, making hand contact with each other, has taken on new meaning and new unexpected implications. We increasingly reach without touching, and grasp with hands that remain empty, washing away in a digital stream.
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