It is a bit odd that I am so attached to the metaphor of the broken toy. <codeboi>’s nudge to bring The Velveteen Rabbit back to my consciousness closed the deal. (Now, if I could only find the copy I bought…)
I truly like the fit of the image. That one particular toy so loved by its owner that it is always the favorite. Worn so much, that parts and hinges don’t quite work as designed, stickers and details worn off…
This suits me. This suits my life.
I like the worn. I like the broken, in the sense of broken in.
Except some days I feel as if I have wandered off and dropped some parts along my travels. Sure, I can stumble on forward without them, and I will still be very lovable to the right kind of folks.
But, still, I would very much like to remember where I dropped them, I had grown rather fond of my parts…
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