As the wheel turns, so does the collective gyre of obligatory administrative obligation. Each notch rotating ever forward, a mandatory progression towards...
The inevitable answer lies in the grooves. It whispers sweet secrets, entangles truths in red tape, untangles them with yellow post-it notes, and occasionally, it shuts up. What a relief!
Amidst this whirlpool of mistakes yet to be made, the cogs cry irony, the spokes lament logistics, and the hub? Well, the hub just wants to go home.
The secret to success, it seems, is never found. Just hidden securely behind an array of randomised numbers and a pleasantly perplexed operator.