Yeah, I’m writing late at night.? I’m working late at the office and I’m wrapping up to get ready to go home.? One of my final tasks is running some paper through the shredder.? You know I never noticed it before, but there is something strangely soothing about seeing that paper get shred!? Now, you’ve got to understand – the paper shredder I have is not your ultra-deluxe-chew-up-stapler kind of shredder.? No, this one will do a maximum of 5 sheets at a time and is pretty picky if you don’t enter the sheets at the right angle.? I’ve had to de-jam it a number of times (which isn’t really soothing at all!).? But tonight, as I watched that paper go through the shredder, for some reason I had this incredible feeling of satisfaction – as if I’d accomplished some monumental task…

I really don’t know why I felt that way.? Maybe it’s because with the shredding of this paper I knew I was done what I had to do in the office – certainly there’s some finality to that.? Or maybe it’s because in some weird way, the shredded paper represents the unwinding of my subconcious as I prepare to head home to bed.? Or maybe, just maybe – seeing those equally spaced strips of paper spit out the other end from one sheet of paper (well actually about 3) which cannot be reassembled into what they were before gives some sort of ephemeral taste of what happens as time goes by and it cannot be regained.? No, that couldn’t be it…that’s too depressing.

In the end, I guess it’s just because I like pushing buttons…