it's the little things

I've heard that there are people who don't take kindly to oversight, measurement, record keeping, rules, accountability… I'm rather fond of these notions. They're our benchmarks, those things that, provided the trustees can be trusted, keep things all safe and sound.

 

After paying for my parking and heading out and away from where I was to where I wanted to be, I spotted this, embedded in the concrete.

 

Knowing where I am, I'm prepared to bet the farm that this concrete is anchored on the bedrock of Capital Hill. Deeper in, and there's a void that Guy Fawkes would yearn for. I can't show you that, hush, hush. I suppose this car park concrete went in early, before the whole lot was capped with the decorative and symbolic forecourt above, everything sitting on pillars of more concrete, and steel.

 

Those big things? They are all founded on little things, layer by layer. Neglect any one of those little things, or ignore them, layer by layer, and eventually the whole lot will come tumbling down. That's why I'm focussed on the little things, and getting out of this carpark…

Done