Hard drives

In the office adjoining the one I'm crashing in is a pile, a veritable vocanic slag heap of disk drives huddled against the wall. Across the room, as if the disks are shrinking from it is a magnetic erasing device. The scene has an organic quality. They could be magnified mold spores in an electron microscope avoiding a paramecium.

Ova

I find it fitting that women carry their ova with them their whole lives whereas men make their stuff to order. This compliments my belief that in choosing a partner men work to prove themselves and women choose worthy men, as once her choice is made she's got to live with it. Not that men don't live with the consequences of their actions, just nothing in their biology (discounting the psyche) forces them to.