On a Tuesday that felt like a Monday, I found myself trapped. At a dinner party. With people who said "synergy" without irony.
In my pocket, the ZV-1 *d inside something beautiful. The BolinUS housing. Soft silicone. Full coverage. Ultra-thin. I kept touching it through my jeans like a comfort object.
Someone asked about my skincare routine.
I wanted to scream.
Instead, I pulled out the camera.
The case had this rubber grip that stopped my sweaty hands from dropping it. Shock absorption.
That's the feature.
I said something about needing fresh air. The host followed.
Mentioned her podcast.
About fermenting.
I backed toward the door. The case stayed matte.
No fingerprints.
No bulk in my palm as I turned the knob. Lightweight.
She asked if I wanted kombucha to go. I was already gone.