It is here, at the edge of the desk, where tiny bits of thoughts and fragments of ideas get tucked away until later. Sometimes just momentary flashes of words can spark something I don't want to trust to memory, resulting in pages scribbled - not in code, but in haste.
It is a collection for another day, when there is only a dial-tone in my head and the image that the broadcasting day has ended. When ZC is off the air, the coffee has grown cold and the aroma of a fresh pot would be a welcomed scent.
A slightly haphazard system and yet one within reach. It is the edge of my playground. An organization of clutter.
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And we are all grateful for a glimpse of your very neat playground. Your tiny bits of thought bring light, wonder and enjoyment into our day!
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