Imperfections are where stories lie. In this mass produced consumer world perfection is so common it’s boring. It’s why I don’t have a case on my phone. A scratch or two identifies it as mine. Out of the box perfection is a curse more than a feature. When I first hold something brand new it feels like it might be a sin to use it. To blemish the perfection. Then what is the point? My new shoes will never stay perfect. It’s more exciting to use them. Run in them. See how they develop, grow, and eventually fail. Raw denim is like this. Expensive new jeans that don’t even feel good when I first put them on. And I paid how much for these things? Three months later they have some fades and feel smooth. The imperfections have made them mine. Not every imperfection tells a story. But every imperfection hints at one. And that’s what I like.
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