Prints * edit

Fingerprints exist on window panes and sash, keypads, computers, cutlery and cash, light switches and stitches of loom in shirt and tie, book covers, sheet covers, whiskey glass in rye.

Coffee mugs, spoons, and hotels we stay in brief, our existence in proof and yet time is a thief.  Constant overlapping, we connect you and I, mere strangers in the street, nothing but passers by.  And yet our world's entwine, however short a stay, an intricate web of prints connects in every way.