digital raze i never knew this casio watch could estimate the amount of calories burned, the distance covered, and the number of steps taken while exercising, making calculations based on the pace, stride, age, and weight of the person wearing it. i never knew its back was stainless steel. i never knew it was waterproof. i only knew it told the time. and i was more interested in the stopwatch function anyway. there was a mode that sounded like a digital heartbeat. i didn't know what it was supposed to be, but i could speed it up or slow it down to match my mood, not caring that the sounds my own heart made were nothing like those cold metronomic bleats. i could live and die in common time, with every quarter note a screw that tightened to grip me where i stood. half my life ago, the watch went dark. now fresh metallic lithium races through its bloodstream. i can admire its spotless face, undimmed by the time it's marked and been marked by. i can see today's date. i can watch each second as it moves away from me. the pixelated body in the top right corner of the lcd screen hasn't aged a day or lost a step. it'll run for an eternity if i ask it to. i freeze it mid-step so it looks like it's forever in the act of leaping. i won't wear this timepiece on my wrist. nothing has coiled around that complex joint in almost thirty years. but i'll let it sleep beside me long enough to remind it what it was to me when we were both almost brand new. 211230 what's it to you? who go blather from