Knights of Industry

PHOTOGRAPHER’S JOURNAL: Today [Nov. 21] I bit into a slice of buttered rye toast, crunched hard, and pulled from my mouth what looked, at first, like a strange tack or a part from some machine. I imagined a small industrial bakery somewhere in Brooklyn, my Connecticut grocer’s source. I pictured ovens and slicers, one of which was missing the thing I had found in my mouth. Then I realized that the thing attached to the tack point was a tooth, from the gum line up. I fear I'm becoming “postindustrial.”