Wednesday, December 22, 2010

blank fingerpads


During the winter months my hands grow so dry that the skin on my fingerprints flakes off, leaving me without the customary means of identification for humans.  This has proven a little problematic in my new work space where devices register your fingerprint or ID card before allowing you entry.  I have been using my ID card since I arrived, but this makes me ponder that for a few months each year the police would have difficulty tracing my physical presence at any scene.  If I were missing, if I committed a crime and no drop of my blood were shed, how could they find me?  What remnants of my presence would they rely upon?  I walk among the cold winds of New York anonymous and untraceable.

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