Nikon Series E

My head is clear, My stomach's empty.

I watch reality TV infused with some family guy and a little "Good Eats"

I run to the bathroom and peek into my moms room. Where she's managed to fix up her new flat screen. She's running around frantically looking for a way to actually get it to turn on. I walk over and have it set up on Disney channel in less than a minute. She shrieks in happiness and I ask her for my fathers camera. I find it underneath dusty records, cassettes and memories I cannot even remember. It's old and when i squeeze the shutter I hear a resounding "Click". It's beautiful. It's magical. My mind begins to wander into me having a darkroom in the basement and making something real. my mom tells me I'll need a photography class....that it's not simple. She grabs her purse "I'm heading to the store" she says and I say goodbye. I wonder how naive she thinks I am. Who's "the store"...."where you going?" I ask myself.

I set the camera down on the table and dismiss my earlier thoughts. Just like the sewing machine sits on the dining room chair and the fabric of a skirt lays next to it. I wonder what I'm really good for. Whats my purpose besides an adoring fan of a band that doesn't know my name.