lighter nom i have a red lighter 061124 ... flux than air 061125 ... raze i didn't even know what to get. i asked a friend to pick one out for me. he chose a red bic disposable. every dance with isobutane that followed was the same make and hue, until what i was smoking almost broke my brain and i had to give it all up. i wish i still had that first one. it doesn't matter that it ran out of juice before i turned nineteen. it's about the memories_embedded_in_objects. touching as a form of time travel. the only lighter left now is a shiny silver pocket lantern, its throat bone-dry and tender to the touch. 230625 what's it to you? who go blather from