different devices

They all have their uses. Different devices. I rarely go without a device these days. Read crutch for the convalescing, stick for the blind, walker for the old and infirm. No one has seen every one of them but me. Some people have seen some of them, all are secrets from almost everyone. Once the painters saw half of one. A friend, with me when I purchased. Someone curious, shown. These devices that I know intimately. These useful tools, like a pencil, scissors, or a frying pan. A clattering drawer full of them. Timewasters. All smelling faintly of me