A Delicate Hand.

Naturally. It is a wonderful feeling to watch someone grow and change when they finally have the right kind of support. I value that kind of intimacy more than anything else. When I care about someone, I am very dedicated to them. I tend to hold onto those connections for a very long time.

Human anatomy doesn't quite work like that, but it really makes me wonder what kind of mind conceptualizes something so grotesque.

Even the most resilient structure can be permanently reshaped if you simply know where the defect hides. It takes an incredibly steady, patient hand to know exactly when to press.

I take it bitterly and entirely by my own hand; hence, given the nature of my daily routines, leaving a detail like that in someone else's hands is a mistake I prefer to avoid.

That's you.

Inevitable, yes, but perhaps it is less of an ending and more of a final frame that locks a person's true shape into place forever

They spend their entire lives desperately trying to stand out, clinging to the idea that they are special. It's almost amusing how they put so much effort into feeling different. When peeled back to the bone, you are all entirely indistinguishable.

I exist in a few other spaces online, but you won't find any posts from me there.

Ah, I chose 187 for my handle without intending any reference, just a number that appealed to me.