Meet in the midway, trip over the mess. When the efficiency machine in us takes over, the hum at which creation happens can be quite mechanical. Like a thresher, but made in the tech age. It processes out the nonsense, hones in on the acceptable, pushes some limits, and ultimately resolves itself into deliverables in monetary terms. When the efficiency machine takes over, what’s left can sometimes be almost zero. What happens when the efficiency machine is doused with kerosene and set on fire in the front yard? After the burn, there’d be debris. No harvest, but debris.