Writing the ways you see, like objects, uses, each with problems, like plastic, makes you speak in tongues unheard by the factories. The rabbit may be sleeping now, in earnest for wake. I am the ferret, the hound or mouse in my mirror. I don’t enjoy this pushing. Grabbing something from nothing. I must clear the decks. Remove the objects of suspicion. To organise well is health. The boxes. The clutters. To grow takes a system and plan, arrangements.