We thought we could escape the gravitational pull of accounts receivable, but here in the warp-speed world of billing, the numbers dance like fireflies in a summer dusk, flickering across spreadsheets and exponential growth projections, as time itself stretches, no, warps, like a rubber band pulled too taut, between what needs to be paid and what must never be observed, for fear the balance sheets would shimmer into reality television series – "As the Charges Turn," perhaps, a twist and turn of expenses and taxes, as unyielding as a black hole.
Void warranty claims, full moon surcharges, the ephemeral specter of the administratrix looming, clipboard in hand, a poltergeist of procurement processes whispered from cubicles lost in the labyrinthine corridors of corporate castles built atop hills of paper and pixels, where every click reverberates through the halls of finance – a symphony of uncertainty, a concerto of cancelled checks, and now you stand, solitary figure in the accounts abyss with nothing but this page, this endless sequence of digits and potential, each click a doorway to another inconspicuous thoroughfare of expenses.