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A little world above a couch, remembered by its light.

A scooter ride became a tour of the boxes, cables, pipes, towers, and one camera that keep a neighborhood interesting.

You took twenty-seven mystery pictures and waited a week to learn your thumb starred in twelve.

Knowing the answer does not tell you what it costs to give it.

A tiny camcorder tape climbed into a full-size cassette costume so the VCR would recognize it.

The explanation arrived after adulthood was already underway.

I photographed unexplained boxes on Pueblo utility poles, asked Black Hills Energy what they were, and later found commercial covert cameras built to look exactly like transformers and electrical equipment.

It knew six phone numbers, three appointments, and the password you immediately forgot.

An ordinary wish becomes a transportation project.

Two devices stared directly at each other and transferred a contact at the speed of patience.