On or off, dead or alive, yes or no. The world is rarely actually so binary.

The testosterone crew is downstairs, beating each other to a virtual pulp on the newly arrived Xbox. It’s not that I don’t think it’s fun - I do - but I don’t have the same appetite they have for it. They’re pseudo-martial arts sparring with pseudo-human characters. There is a winner and there is a loser. There is no inbetween.

It’s the last day of the year, another randomly imposed binary. 2005 or 2006, one or the other, not both. Except this year we get an extra second, a second of limbo, a second of greytime, a second of inbetween. 2005 will have spent all its seconds and 2006 won’t have started counting down yet. A whole second of non-descript, non-counted, non-binary time.

So much can happen in a second. A car can hit something it shouldn’t. An idea can pop into your head. A fortune can be lost. An email can get sent. Or deleted. Everything can change, or nothing at all.

It’s only a second. One that’s neither here nor there, not right, not wrong. Just like life usually is.