True conversation at my house this morning:
Him: Can you please clean up your desk today?
Her: I'm sorry, I just really don’t have the time. There’s a million other things that take priority over desk cleaning.
Him: Then let me clean it.
Her: No way, you would throw away all my papers.
Him: I would, but I would scan them all first. Nice and neat. All organized, they would all be there. No clutter. No papers. No junk.
Her: Yes, but if all my papers were scanned and put into the cloud, and the revolution comes, I would never have access to my poetry again because the cloud would be gone.
Him: Honey, if the revolution comes, poetry will be the last thing on your mind.
Her: Oh no, I say, that’s exactly the moment when you need your poetry. When the revolution comes.
Him: Is that right, you’ll need poetry at the revolution?