fuse

after the long drift drafting down the motorway, trying for a smooth journey without any competition or disturbance
just words
the car is too small to compete, a good thing or a nuisance depending on your viewpoint
no stop, other than at two traffic lights
stop in the pebble parking spot
same spot beside the tree
parking backwards made sense yesterday
do it again today
check in, beep
go to the loo
go up the stairs


All is dark, the lights are off, press the hallway switch, they will not go on.
A small fat electrician rushes down the hall consulting his watch, shouting loudly to some invisible other electrician. The man leaves the hallway for a stairwell, then he is gone only his voice remains. Then another one rushes along the corridor elsewhere, all agitated.

There are electricians everywhere, but there is no light.
Open the door to the office.
Dark.

Hear a frantic electrician rush by outside.
Over the last seventy years, the wiring diagrams for the house have not been revised.
The electricians have no plan, and the blown fuses are everywhere in countless fuse boxes scattered throughout the building.
And they all blow, not just one or two.