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I arrived as the sun was going down over the capitol; Early Autumn raves cut the air, thick with summer, into sections of cool and flow forever bending round the streets on the town we walked around. My friends invited me for the weekend, and It was both a blessing and a curse to come down. On one hand, if I'd never visited, my camera might have never malfunctioned and I wouldn't be worrying myself to thoughts of suicide (however vain it might be) on the prospect of losing this lens. For some reason, with it, I feel like I can do anything--that there are no limits to the things I can photograph and the ways and means in which I can do so. But I can do just as well with the others, but If the warranty will not cover it, I cannot go on until I replace the lens. In a way, though, it took the camera out of my hand for the night, letting me get back into the swing of things before I knew what it was like to have something around my neck all the time. We smoked and smoked, before heading over to a party on the west district of campus. The wrought iron, chest high, fence was chipping with rust and laced with vinery opening to a small foothpath and an entryway with stairs up to the apartment. It was old, but not musty, the kind of retro-revival solid brass water faucet and tiled everything lending a chic all their own. The party was full of architects, a soiree of young men in polo shirts, collared striped shirts, and baseball caps eagerly taking turns at beer pong, which was set upon a door that had been taken off its hinges and placed upon two chairs.