Semi-Daily Scribbles

It was heart wrenching to watch Clarence walk off the job, leaving a shell of exposed wires and unfinished corners. He laid the first stone, and poured the foundation, but his passion was trampled once he rolled out his plan. His structure would harbor no corners. It would not contain secret spaces where only shadows thrived. Clarence wanted roundness, and curvature, and rolling lines that gave one the feeling of infinity. No jutting planes to upset the flow of energy, for which he was constructing a home. He wanted to make sure lies didn't feed on the snatches of conversations that got trapped in the apices. Only exposure can get rid of unwanted houseguests. The Inspectors, however, required a set amount of false walls and secrecy, and told Clarence he couldn't build his circular world. That's when Clarence moved on in search of a more lenient jurisdiction, and energy found itself without a resting place. Energy sent a complaint, swift and unforgiving, that blew apart the unfinished corners and slammed the Inspectors against the sky.