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he asked if he could borrow my video cam. i said sure. and taught him how to use it. there were many people in the room, friends, families, his wife. and the way we stood so close together must have told them something about us. but they were quiet, lenient with us.

but still i couldn't look him in the eye. i touched his arm, joked and made him smile, but not look into his eyes. and he was worse. he just stood there looking at my hand pressing the buttons, doing this and that. my words lost in things not said.

we were standing too close. and i felt we recreated a world, a space, a crack in the real here and now where for a split second we could be possible.

i wanted to tell him to take very good care of my Sony. that i lost one toe nail to get it (the toe nail has since grown). that under no circumstance would he let anybody else use it or hold it. but i didn't. trusting that atleast he'd be more careful with my things. if not with me.

but time has not forgotten our trespass. i had to end the demonstration. there are only so much one can teach another. on taking shots, focusing, playback...

we had to move back to our separate worlds. a wife was waiting impatiently at the door. and my moi was somewhere waiting for my reply to his question if i had lunch yet.