Intentensity.
No, that's old. Something newer.
Lighters. I have seventeen of them. Some are disposable, but they still make fire.
FIRE!
That's it. It has been since Christmas, (if I count candles, too) that I have had a fire at my side, constantly. I love analog light. I had gone without fire yesterday, because of the temperatures in the seventies Fahrenheit, spending more time outdoors and I ran out of candles. Today I cooked out on the grille and became involved with the fire and enjoyed it.
... and I miss it.
I'm addicted to fire. Wait! That's old, too.
We have a kitten. She takes a lot of time, but she's beautiful. And she's so attentive ...
I'm addicted.
OK, next.
(it doesn't have to be real)