aftermarket raze i should have taken a picture of my camera before the man who pair matched the shattered shutter blades and replaced them with aftermarket parts washed the body and shampooed the strap. those dark curves were caked with the grime of a million meals served to four-legged friends, some of whom are no longer living. it was an undeniable document of all we've shared. now only the rubber sleeve that surrounds the focus ring carries any evidence of the countless walnut slivers i've broken between my battle-scarred fingers. to most people, seeing a filthy thing made clean again is cause for celebration. i'm not most people. i want to make an angel of myself in the mud and watch the rain rend it into a river. i want to drown face-down in the mess i've made. 250521 ... epitome of incomprehensibility (After I read this, my captcha was "c8m6r3" which looked enough like camera to feel significant. I don't have much else to add except, wow, this is excellently done; and what I said on "heather" about small material things carrying so many memories sometimes.) 250522 ... e_o_i (Technically used a semicolon wrong up there, but Virginia Woolf did the same, so I'm in OK company.) 250522 ... raze okay, that captcha is just plain *spooky*. it's reminding me of my own experience with an eerily_prescient_captcha a while back. and that means a lot coming from you. i've always been fascinated by the memories_embedded_in_objects. 250522 what's it to you? who go blather from