Yeah it had been a while. But hey, he’d been busy - what with getting by in a post-civilisation world.
He breathed in, opened the trap and placed in his first roll for months. He pulled the end of the film, clipped it, closed it, and began winding. After a couple of turns he felt some resistance, but just busted through and headed out.
It had felt good, generally, though there was an ambient sensation of balls-up hanging over him.
Inspecting the resulting negatives, he found his rewards: overlapping, lost frames, spacing issues…
‘It’s shit to be back,’ thought the Pipes Man, sucking back a heart-shaped puff of smoke. He re-exhaled: ‘Shitty shit shit.’