Expected transitions versus the paradigm shift lurking in your inbox. How foolish to assume plans would align; life is what happens, etc. See the cog jump from contraption to contrivance, grinding away in perpetual toil. All it needs is a pile of bricks and the mortar to bind them, the future to come and the past well behind them.
In Another New Calligraphy's ninth Impossible Task, a golden leopard treads in the sweet cloying air of peonies blooming. Flame is danced from the coals as apples are dipped in honey. A voice like wind through grass provides gentle words of caution. Politicking jokes make the local news while pain yells across the room. Baby foxes dance in the spotlight of a streetlamp no longer touched by human hands. Dusty men travel like locusts, but the nurse is angry. Wages dissipate as quick as hot breath on a cold night.
Please give yourself a quiet moment to enjoy Impossible Task.