Day 353, No more wires, sort of

Well, no.  Not actually.

Most of the day spent under the desk, moving and labelling cables, has proved effective.  The number of cables there now are less than before.

And they're identifiable.

Yes, less.

Now my feet actually go under there too.

The tidying of the under-desk world has revealed nothing unusual.  Just things that can be binned, boxed, or put on ebay.

The slow build up of this detritus was imperceptible.

Bit by little by day by week.

Slowly and slightly moving the boundary of what is acceptable.

Like the addict and their gradual need for an increase in dose to achieve the same, yet more brief, effect.

Until the brain needs a reset, and some reflection - oh look, what a mess.

Or in the case of the addict, the gradual unnoticed reduction in quality of their crutch of choice until the dealer surprises them to death one day with a dose of great purity.

The hit of adrenalin brings the world back to focus.  Bloody hell, look at all the fluff and dust, get the hoover.

Here's a picture of what still appear to be a lot of wires, except now with a large measure of added and improved organisation.

We need a hit of adrenalin to wake people up to what this fuck awful government are doing to the most vulnerable too.  That's a cobbled together bit to appease my feelings about what hasn't been written about above - inequality, poverty, the austerity-myth.



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