Debris

Even when it's all said and done, even after you've rebuilt and found some new wheels, there is debris. Not found immediately: this is the important part. Wrapped around a USB cable in a robot hairball you find the headphones that went with the new mobile phone. A memory card that you know you didn't buy. This book, I thought I had it in softcover...oh wait, here's my copy too. Polaroids from the past while flipping through a small blue box. Do you get rid of them? I don't. They have a Place in my own personal History. Reminders of good things but also the stupid fight over x1 x2 x3. "You're there then you're gone." We are the thread that connects our networks from beginning to end; perhaps there is a bottleneck somewhere, it's inevitable.