This is the hand

This is the hand, my only friend, the hand. Oh, I love Jim Morrison and his lyrics, but I don’t sacralize him so much to be unable to joke with some verses of the most discussed song by The Doors. Because, at the end of the fair (which in italian means “alla fine della fiera”), the hand is the end of the arm, therefore the extreme part, a border line of a body that suffers of borderline personality disorder. This will be the light-shining-motiv of this blog: a kind of masturbation in the borderland of mental illness.