I have committed the imprudence of accepting a job about which I know absolutely nothing. I have said that I know how to do it because I have been looking for days, months, for what to do and nobody needs my talents; that in reality they are not functional for the modern world because being a poet is a paradoxical tragedy; tragedy because nobody needs poets, not even the ladies, since in the current fashion there are other forms of beauty; and paradoxical because not having competition (few want to do this poorly paid job of writer) they do not get work, that is why poets die of nostalgia, if not of hunger, since nobody buys a book from them.

But I explain. Someone in #hive has hired me to assemble a fan; they sent it to me like this, in three parts and they only told me that it was a very modern, digital device and that they needed it right away.

So I started my work testing where I could fit each piece and see, this doesn't look like a fan, it looks more like a singing or hungry bird like me. If it blew air it might work, but the boss might not like a missing piece.

If this bird, instead of singing or yawning, would move its legs, it would turn the motor and would surely blow all the air in the world. But, I've been seeing for a while that it doesn't move, so it's not like that either.