entropy

chaos

its fucking everywhere

in the house

in the kids room

in the computer

in the kitchen

in the wardrobe

turn your back and everything you do, think, download

adds up.

just sits there and taunts you to organise it

clean me up.

so you download another program that will do it for you

spending money, wasting time

in a futile struggle

to create some order.

the garden gets overgrown

theres stuff under the house you havent looked at for years

all the toys have bits missing

the itunes library is over two hard drives

and the hard drives are fucking breeding back there

I mean come on who really needs a

2T 1T 600meg 500meg and

a hard drive in the computer?

Its like the sahara

all that space and I've got to put out a search party

if i want to find a song.

there are 24 thousand photos

and 15 years of memories hidden in code and plastic

and in the end its no better than it was a hundred years ago.

my grandparents died and there were 4 photos that represented their life.

how many of the 24thousand do I look at ever?

and god forbid if the power goes out.

as Ferris Bueller said

life moves pretty fast

blink and you'll miss it.

if only he knew how we would try to record

the bits we miss

and suck the world of energy and life as we

retain all the stuff we never need to look at again.

when you order

you just create more chaos

and its hidden

out of site

piled under the rug

behing the wardrobe door 

and in the drawers 

of the desk

in the office

of my mind

chaos