Wasd Plus: Crack

One night, the crack widened enough that the W began to stick. For the first time I hesitated. Do I replace the keyboard and erase the marks that narrate those months? Or do I keep it, even as it degrades, as a relic of practice and patience? I unplugged it, held it in both hands, and felt the weight of choices unmade. In the end, I bought a new board — sleeker, quieter, pristine — and slid the old one into a box. I kept it anyway. Sometimes I pull it out and press the cracked W just to remember the nights when motion was a learned language and the smallest fractures carried meaning.