i discern there is truth in your face though not sterling, perhaps nickel? an object, you have become a touchstone of beliefs and bad memories that work together for good. i hold you firmly in my left hand, there is no right here; only judgments.. pieced together from better days of aliveness - gummy- logic that smells of fake leather, semisweet chocolate, and .. what is that?! dead fish. i go on eBay to search for another bright magnifying bauble of fate authentic, in case i should ever lose you.