something's wicked with this camera, i'm sorry, i'm so disappointed. did i do something wrong? my brain is fried. i can't sort it out. 
oh, it's kind of right for this picture of comet, sad and wounded, who wants to be his normal self, not knowing if he'll ever be again, and i can't tell him you will be, just go slow and heal,  just be gentle with your wound, and give it time. oh i guess i can tell him that, and he'll listen, but his body wants speed, his heart wants to leap.