I remember the moment when the glass began to slip. In my fingertips and dangerously close to the safety of the counter. A two-piece device, one inside the other but neither attached to anything else but me. Free and floating. And then the slip. My hand closing around something no longer there. It could have been the Suntory Toki or just bad luck, but most likely it was user error. A clumsiness native to me. A clumsiness with a long and proud lineage of mistake. Clear shards landing like shrapnel around the kitchen. A long sigh emitting from the witnesses.
Suddenly, the focus shifts and the spotlight consumes with its burning back glare. Just where I never want to be even when the circumstances are popular, friendly, or illuminating. I’d rather not appear on the radar. The device had just served its time, pulled its tour of duty and did so with no complaint. A glass vessel designed to deliver happiness shattered into a thousand lost dreams of what could have been. The weekend cut short by work and purpose. One day, taken away. Tomorrow, when the sun rises, the game begins again.
The night enveloped in the soft and the moist, both rare in these parts. Five minutes spared for the exploration. Fingers stroking new buttons and new surfaces. Eyes up, out front. Searching. Seeking and destroying the endless play with split seconds stolen never to be seen again. At least until later when the dissection begins. Texture, noise and color. Lay them out and see where the form and feel take you. This is why I began this silly foray. For this, for times like this. For the five minutes of freedom and mood.