“Imagine if you held everything you wanted to know
about your fate, love life, and personality
in the palm of your hand.” Imagine
being fluent in the language of mount and line,
brushing your fingers over the hand’s warm text.
Imagine the hand whispers, not only
with gestures but with a small voice.
Imagine that. “Hush,” says the blind cartographer
atop Sol Mons as they feel their way. “I’m learning.”