# Terraform Yesterday, I decided to change the bathroom faucet. A simple thing--unscrew the old one, slap on the new one, light a cigar and call it a day. The kind of job you do half-awake, nursing a hungover. As if I hadn't seen my share of plumbing horrors at this age, yet nothing is ever simple, not in this house. The bathroom is a graveyard, a mausoleum of shattered dreams and bad decision made by men who came before me--men who patched, and prayed, and cursed, and left their fingerprints in rust. The wrench slips, the nuts won't budge; I am not fighting metal--I am wrestling the ghosts of every half-assed handyman who ever crawled beneath this underbelly of domestic life. The petty tyrants, the blessed gatekeepers of human misery. One hose, in particular, seemed to have been installed by a man on the edge of despair, someone who had long since stopped believing in redemption. No silicone, no hope, no shame. Just blind faith that the water, by sheer will, would drain faster than it came in. And, damn it, he was right. That rascal even left the valves only half-open, trying to control the flow, a way of saying: I know this is doomed, but let it last a little longer. I wrestled that beast to the ground. And the plastic crumbled in my hands oozing some nameless gunk, primordial sludge straight out of a Lovecraft story. And there I was, covered in filth, sweat stinging my eyes, wrench in one hand, the corpse of the old faucet at me feet, when my family peeked in: "Have you finished yet?". All that was missing was to find a sign scratched on the old pipe: Do not disturb until the end of days. One could live a happy life on old sins, and sometimes that's all we have. And that, my friend, is why I can't stand Terraform. On the surface, a semblance order, a promise of control. But poke around inside, and it's nothing but assumptions and shit--the same old chaos in a three-piece suit. We build, we patch, we believe, while the rot patiently waits for the next fool with a wrench and a dream. The illusion of control, the certainty of chaos--God help us all.