Dead Hands

by Zachary A. Horn

Bound by dead hands, we¬†follow our captures to their graves. Pulled by convention – pushed by inertia. We travel well worn paths, ceaselessly following our predecessors’ footsteps. We are hoarders, clinging desperately to the useful and useless alike, unable to discern treasure from trash.

Look with fresh eyes at what dead hands have wrought.

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