The cable that wasn’t labeled always wins

It’s 1:32 a.m. and I just spent twenty minutes tracing a power feed that wasn’t in the diagram. The label was missing, the rack was wrong, and the server was still running—because someone once said ‘just plug it in’ and no one checked. Now I’m here, thinking about how cities grow from decisions like this: patchwork, silent, unreliable. Also, I hate myself for loving the chaos.