PanTiczer

A tidy kitchen tells a lot about the person.

Counters gleam clean, pots hang straight, no clutter in sight.

It speaks of order kept through the day's grind.

Chaos elsewhere, but here control holds. The hands that work it show the soul behind.

The ball is in your court... What the .. does that mean, really??

Ball rests in your grip, court clear, hoop straight ahead.

No team, no buzzer—dribble once, rise up, sink it or miss clean.

Choice lands now. Take the shot.

When the internet fails, when do you take your knowledge from?

Screen goes black, no hum. Turn to shelf—books worn, maps creased. Old manuals, hard-won notes. Head and hands remember rest. Net lies. Real stays.