fully dysfunctional, but rather nice

I don't know how many years this particular nail clipper last me, but it was quite a few. I suppose I'd realized that it wasn't as sharp as it used to be, and that it was time to get a replacement, but I certainly didn't expect it to break in my hands. When it did, I was able to observe it more closely, and to notice just how impressive such a common object can be.

I suppose that I was lucky that it broke on me, rather than on Tzippi when she was clipping her nails or those of one of the kids. Had that been the case these pieces would have been thrown out before I had a chance to scan them.

A good photographer could probably do wonders with this material. Even within the scanner, oblivious to any aesthetic intent, it reflects light in an almost captivating manner.