I carry my Rubik’s cube everywhere I go.  I like the way it feels between my fingers.  Smooth.  I like the ‘stop and click’ it makes when I twist it.  One, two, four, five…twist ‘click’ twist…One, two, four, five…twist ‘click’ twist.  [Repeat, repeat].  Sometimes I feel naked, absent, without it.  Though I’ve never bothered to actually solve it. […]