Low res OCD
So a massive box arrives from Japan. I assume there has to be a dozen or so items in there. But then it occurs to me it is just one. One very important one. One I lost sleep over to ensure it arrived unscathed.
Welcome to my brain. A perfect dominion for obsessive “c10” disorder.
The girl, ammused, with iphone in hand, quietly documents my unpacking frenzy. Two pounds of bubble wrap later, Gekko is scanned and approved.
Check it out in its spontaneous oldskool low res glory.
Perhaps tonight I will sleep like a baby… well, until the next shipment anyway.
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