A latest invention tickles my fancy. My latest consumer need bugs me to madness. I begin to curse every nerve and neuron in my brain. Gnaw my mind to nothing, to stop thinking. I’m one massive consuming being.
But fads come and go. A fetish is different. It’s awe, it’s potent spirit and magical. Sometimes even having an erotic response but more commonly it’s a lasting fixation. My fixation is wood bikes. It’s the craftsman ship of the curves and leading lines. It’s the earthy colours. Though rare here in Sydney, I’m actually not sure I’ve ever physically seen one