The auditorium is almost full. Around me, people are speaking with their hands. I sit up straight, alone, cane folded in my lap, smiling like a diplomat. Do these eloquent people know I’m somehow like them? On my right, a girl with clear eyes signs to her friend. They have a lot to say to each other. I want to look at their hands, but it feels like eavesdropping, or spectating. The girl laughs— a sudden ripple of sound— and the friend goes.
/ Solidarity
/ Solidarity
/ Solidarity
The auditorium is almost full. Around me, people are speaking with their hands. I sit up straight, alone, cane folded in my lap, smiling like a diplomat. Do these eloquent people know I’m somehow like them? On my right, a girl with clear eyes signs to her friend. They have a lot to say to each other. I want to look at their hands, but it feels like eavesdropping, or spectating. The girl laughs— a sudden ripple of sound— and the friend goes.