Somewhere Somebody

Obsolete is the byword that keeps us buying anew, products that last forever simply would never do. Paydays come in many forms some junk is another’s treasure, so creating problems to be solved makes sense by the repairman’s measure. There are industries of industry who perpetuate themselves, flooding markets with one thing keeping others on the shelves. This breeds the disingenuous cause of saboteurs and fixers, spawning each other endlessly pitting inventors against the nixers. Exhaust pipes made of mild steel rust out and fail routinely, planned obsolescence creating need proving the point supremely. Somewhere somebody is planting a bug in my computer or my lung, where a technician or a doctor gets paid to see it undone. And somewhere somebody is saying a prayer to stop this insanity, of misguided and opportunistic cannibalization of ingenuity.