#distrba

             “It’s a transistor.” He has to say that around the first thing he’s eaten in just under four days (stale tortilla chips) and the front of his shirt is suddenly littered with crumbs.                “You can touch it; it’s not doing anything right now.” It’s actually a discarded piece he found in a junk haul and it’ll probably get shoved in one of many boxes, never to be found again, never to serve its purpose. The thought saddens him a little as he turns an identical piece around and around in his hand.