I know my Sebenza is out there, slowly being hewn from the very essence of the planet. Metals being split into particles, reformed and honed into a gleaming testament of engineering and mankind's ownership over this Earth. My soul reacts to titanium and aluminum being formed to perfectly fit my hand. I dream of my thumb aching from double thumb lugs being spun for hours and hours...but that is all that I have. I live with my constant companions: loneliness and grief...but there remains the tiniest sliver of hope that that special, blessed call from Idaho arrives letting me know that my Sebenza is on its way home.
I'm honestly losing my mind.
I'm honestly losing my mind.