she's_like_a_pinwheel_camera raze more sensitive than she lets on. this is what he tried to tell her, but the thought wouldn't leave his mouth the way he'd built it. instead he said something about how she worked hard and wanted to succeed, which was nothing like a pinwheel camera at all, because a camera has no concept of success or failure. still, she was struck by what he said. she could sense the true sentiment squirming like a worm trapped in a shoe box, not smart enough to find a way out, but there just the same. her camera was blue. it looked like a toy. a friend told her it made her seem girlish. "so i'm girlish," she said. she was caustic and brusque, and then behind that was something soft and vulnerable and sweet. she would only show it to those she trusted. she didn't trust herself. she pressed a button that made the pinwheel spin, and pressed her eye to the viewfinder lens, and saw herself in sparkling montage, and smiled. she's like a pinwheel camera. she makes magic happen, and no one else can see. 130430 ... unhinged . 130430 what's it to you? who go blather from