100 Naked Words — Day 31
Fr-Agile
Reflections, Ripples and Ramblings of a Restless Mind
Hey guys, hope you’re looking forward to a great weekend whatever you’re doing!
The following is a fictional short I spun up on the tube to work. But it’s an idea for a longer piece / novel that I’ve been toying with for a while now. If you like the shape of it and want to hear more, would ya drop me a comment please? Thanksamillion!
She cut him short, not interested in hearing any more. She had plenty to be getting on with herself. Jamming her head phones back on her head, she turned back to the monitor.
He got it, when you were lost in the flow, when the lines on the screen coalesced, blurred into vivid images, not just carefully crafted statements; when you could feel it, not just see it — those were the moments you cherished.
Shit, he missed those moments.
But he’d woken today and seen beyond the lines of code (seen through them?). Seen the beauty in what they had created, the elegance. It was akin to art, he knew. But ultimately he’d also seen the futility of it; after all, art is in the eye of the beholder.
It had been fun, taking the seed of that first idea and nourishing it.
Those early days echoed with laughter, with genuine enjoyment. There was the scent of something thrilling in the air and as they bounced their ideas between them, they knew they had found something great.
Days ran into months and they got deeper, they went broader. Enjoyment became dedication, focus. It became purpose.
But they were starting to grow, less able to handle the complexity of it all, less able to meet their own exacting demands.
So they brought in more people to help nourish that seed. And then more again. To tend to it, to protect it. To feed it.
Looking around, he saw superstars (prima donnas?) everywhere. He couldn’t fault their dedication or the passion they brought to what they were doing. After all they’d both made sure that only the right skills, the right backgrounds, the right attitudes made the cut.
In their naivety, or maybe their arrogance they’d just ploughed forward, secure in their own self assurances (or maybe secure in their bank balance.)
When the investors had come, they were sure that they were on the right track. Surely this was validation of all the effort they had put in. Maybe it was.
But at some point, they forgot what this was about, they started chasing the money, they got hooked on the pitching, the publicity, the pesos. Everything else became secondary.
Build it and they will come.
They’d built it alright, but he saw now.
No one was coming.
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