Space

this morning I woke up to an alert

that I was running out of space

I could feel it in my chest when I woke up

I felt suffocated I felt alarmed I felt maxed

I looked around the room and I wondered

what is taking up so much space here

I kept opening drawers and folders

cabinets and chests and boxes

I kept looking around and thinking

I really do not have that much stuff

the fiddle the banjo the guitar hung on the wall

clothes were all neatly stuffed into the dresser

there was even a whole shelf in the fridge unused

I really couldn’t believe it

how could I have run out of space? I worried

finally I asked claude and claude told me

the problem is there are files and folders

that are installed and developed by the system

which you are not able to see due to human eyes

what a ridiculous sentence I told claude

but claude just continued to paint a picture

of a life full of forgotten collections

stowed away baggage and unread books

finally claude and I together found a giant case

of cached memories that were just hanging out

hogging up an entire corner of my thirties

and we handily shoved them into the bin

apparently this was all necessary

in order to update

the hairs on my head and in order to prepare

for another enlargement of the heart

which of course includes a good shellacking

of security features and patches

it is a sad but warranted fix for the cracks

that are now starting to show under the duress

of dating in the current AI technosphere