That second time, by the road in the rain. Watching the slipping tyres. Watching the drops in lines of three and four attack the earth. Unstopping. That time it was hopeless, no way there but to do it and persist. Get wet. Get dry. Get through it.

And this time. In that new place, by the edge of it all. Thinking about the impact it all has. The stretch goal. The targets and achievements for more and more of what? This time it is worth it? This time it is any different? And the core of the apple.. The rotten, stinking flesh that surrounds it. The real problems. The real agendas that just about get through the dirt. The ones that matter. They wait.

And it will buzz again. Like a wake up call after a wake up call. Get up. Constantly with you. Constantly checking in. In touch. Holding you. Controlling it all. Just keep yourself there. In the mix, in the firing line. It is hotter that way.

Turn it up. Here the crackle. Get inside it. You remember how this goes. The things you did and need to do. The agenda. Don't run away with it. Let it in. Let it control or take it.

The lists of things. The next after this one which followed the one before. We remember that call. We remember that need to do without the lists.

And we think of the impact. The effect we have on a nothing world. A worthless effect. No return. No result. A Null value. This massive null value. An infinite loop. A feed machine. And we just digest the fat while spewing our resources into the mix. You wan't sugar? You have taken it all. It is all gone now, down into that hole. That result is done. The unlimited. The unending. This machine is walking free in every direction. Following the carrot. Gobbling up the goodness and giving back squat.