new_camera raze you aren't new to the world. but you're new to me. you live two steps back from where i started. whoever you belonged to before you made your way here cared for you as if you were the most delicate living thing. your black body is unblemished after fourteen years of use. your glass as glossy as the day it was made. you have your flaws. owner of a noisy lens that's slow to focus on what my eyes urge it to find. unwilling to film moving_pictures without a fight. but when your strap is slung around my neck, it feels like i'm walking with a friend. and there's comfort in that. 250418 what's it to you? who go blather from