there's more sunlight on forest than in forest says my robot uncle stating the obvious without the benefit of laser tomography or satellite radar interferometry so come with me, he said into the forest juggle leaves audio files play the low numbers of Delft the light on the wall of trees and the castellations of woodchips glowing like Nubian mud and write instructions for the passage to the afterlife not machine code algorithms excursions or sticky notes in masterworks not operatic scores ads on the sides of buses catalogues spreadsheets PowerPoint presentations no not databases it takes you minutes to decide to tick / cross a checkbox but as you can write write about a transfer to your private bank account with commiserations on the death of your late wife's hard won assets so no more mistakes you can't afford to wait