A mess of wires and a dripping of pens, an odds-and-ends disaster of what was once productivity, creativity. Stacks of books and packages never opened; firmware, version updates, gadgets that seemed a good idea at the time-- Dixon Ticonderogas, please. The thing is, you lose more this way, but isn't that the fun? A scramble, a panic. The phone rings and it's a mistake. The shakes come and controlling the hands gets harder to do. Pick up that pencil. Turn the page and the words come, cursive to print to cursive. The whir of the sharpener. The words come.