the shed of a thousand

technocolour hairy rain cats

You can switch at any moment.

Take my shed for example.

It once was a shed.

Then it became a therapy office.

Now.

It’s becoming a workshop.

When it was an office, I collected boxes and boxes of recipe cards filled with ideas and lots of writing.

Today?

I thew away the cards.

I tossed my ideas into the bin.

Their boxes are useful.

Once upon a time they held ideas.

Meow?

Meow they hold tools, fasteners, measures and blades.

Meow they hold things that I can use every day to do something real.

You too can switch between some routine, ephemeral bullshit.

Throw away the ideas.

Make room for the tools.

Get to work.

You can switch at any moment.

Go.