Why can't I stop using my knackered old camera which I have to shake, bash and fiddle with in order to take photos? The macro no longer works, it gobbles up batteries, the shutter sticks. Why am I so attached to it? It's not a living, breathing thing. I have a drawer full of dead cameras - I can't seem to throw them away. Is it the memories associated with them? The things they have seen and captured? The familiar feel, weight, sound? I don't feel that way about any of the cars I've had - so why cameras? Strange.
