my casio watch gold wrapping stretches over the cold steel but leaves the flip side bare like the silver belly of fish. the strap runs like ripples in calm ocean, when water is gilded with sun and you feel good. forty-five degree slants slice the watch face left and right mimicking bars of gold. this weighs heavy on your wrist like a lover’s warm hand saying “you’re OK”, and you realise she’s right and kiss her. Arian Ganjavi