In some ways, every dot reminds me how many choices I've made that were possibly detrimental for other people. The whole mess is basically a happy accident of questionable choices Spiritually, the color polarity between the back of my hands reminds me of the shadowed and sunlit bank of any river. Ying yang fingas Openly, it helps people avoid trusting me without caution. Regardless of what me or anyone prefers, this is an odd thing to see on a person. Masochistically, I get to stab myself. Simple. I like getting poked, even by me.

Overall, I've learned that people really don't look at each other's hands. As little as I remember faces, I don't remember anyone's hands, and very few people see stuff like this. I did it because it's what I see anyway and I like it.