The camera that takes pictures of your lungs loves you but you don’t notice its love.
Actually, yes. When you took off your shirt and your skin touched for the first time the mirror-smooth steel, then you noticed its love but forgot it immediately.
The women behind the camera love you too.
And the developing machine.
And the light that illuminates the new x-ray of your lungs.
The finger of the doctor.
The lines, the darkness, and the fog that make up the image.
They love you.
But you just aren’t ready yet.