Durge

My first and fondest memory of a laser was when my parents bought me a cheap BB gun from the swap meet (aka flea market). In the box alongside the toy came a red boresight laser that attached to the underside of the plastic pistol. The black wires were wrapped in electrical tape, and by pressing a button, the laser would flash to life. For a child, this was fantastically high tech and sophistocated. But beyond the class was the enchanting color and detail behind the red beam. Waving the laser around left a serpentine trail that felt like painting on the walls. Perhaps what I love most about red lasers to this day is the pronounced grain that they produce. That noisy grain leaves an animate speckle in its wake, and it's quite intoxicating to stare at. You can almost feel the jumble of quiet particles as they dance across the surface that they fall upon...