warped raze these frames have been with me for more than half as long as i've been drawing breath. they've been stomped on, thrown across the room, unfastened from my face by force, dismantled by disaster, and still they allow me to see all i need to. last night i dreamed the wire had warped. bridge bent so far from home it was unrecognizable. hinges and temple tips taken by some unseen assailant. i studied the end of what i'd known so well for so long. it felt like watching a dear friend die. when i woke, i reached for my glasses and found them cold and caked with grime but no worse for wear. there are other spectacles i could trust to sharpen my vision. these, the least expensive of the lot, have been through hell. they carry the scars of every insult and injury that might have been their undoing. to lose them would be to lose a part of my truest self. 250514 what's it to you? who go blather from