While focus is elsewhere, all the subtle shades of inked grey, the detail born of creative industry, is blurred together in one accidental brush of the hand, a drag of errant flesh. What once was texture, curve, definition, is swept almost beyond recognition. Almost, for not all is lost. The rest stands clear and unmarred, a pained reminder of what could have… No. Should have been. Yet enough is altered to spoil the whole and all that is left to do is crumple or discard, and find the energy needed to begin again.