Back to us

As we enter a new season, 

We think we are saying goodbye to some part of us 

Forever.

But, look

See how he brings our whole selves back to us.

On having a new job in the modern age

Illusion: the perfect structure exists, and I just have to find it,

Perfection disintegrating into procrastination 

Floundering in notebooks, calendars, spreadsheets, docs, notes, 

which device, stored on site, Dropbox, drive, flash, cloud; html or file?) 

Will I log this in Excel, Trello, Onenote, Slack? 

Digitized, scattered, lavishly sprawled across the landscape of logins, passwords, 

All caught up in inconsistent effort and cascading semantics  

Eventually, what will be made is made, and habits formed 

And (hopefully) refined and improved. 

Otherwise, forgotten.