Loop, WHORL, ARCH.
Friction ridges that are yours and yours alone. Grasp, touch, feel, cling. And push away, using this most sensitive part of your body to cleave yourself from all around you. It is the Age of Fingerprints, a time when traces of Homo sapiens are impressed upon every crevice of the planet, this wondrous wreck of a crime scene.
No place is untouched by the imprints of human industry. Not the bottom of the Mponeng
