I have spent most of today punching down countless tiny coloured wires into little holes with a special tool called a krone. That's the best way to describe what i've been doing without entering into needlessly exacting detail. I wouldn't want to come across in any way tedious.
The monotony of todays unenviable task has provided much scope for pondering, however. One can get utterly lost in thought doing something like this; and i've got lots to think about. She's turned again. It's all going wrong.
I get this awful feeling were back at the top of that slipperly slope - and...
Maybe tree didn't know its ugly destiny.
It should endure rain and snow for years without friends.
It decorated with pipes and a button and...sticky tapes and needles of stapler.