The floor is lined with well-oiled machines. They are gleaming models, producing perfect products. They hum, whir, purr.   Smile.   They are lustrous, polished instruments with safety valves releasing steam, and automatic shut-offs. They are controlled and efficient.   But one machine is not like the rest. A single rusty clunker, worn out, broken down, wearing thin. It screeches, bangs, clanks.   Snarls.   … Continue reading Broken Machinery