Against Entropy

John M. Ford was an author and a game designer. His PARANOIA adventure Yellow Clearance Black Box Blues was, like almost all PARANOIA works, a delight to read, but it was also a fiendishly satisfying adventure to run and play.

Here is one of Ford's sonnets, Against Entropy:

The worm drives helically through the wood
And does not know the dust left in the bore
Once made the table integral and good;
And suddenly the crystal hits the floor.
Electrons find their paths in subtle ways,
A massless eddy in a trail of smoke;
The names of lovers, light of other days
Perhaps you will not miss them. That's the joke.
The universe winds down. That's how it's made.
But memory is everything to lose;
Although some of the colors have to fade,
Do not believe you'll get the chance to choose.
Regret, by definition, comes too late;
Say what you mean. Bear witness. Iterate.

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