The unlabeled cables feel like relics now

I spent half an hour at 4 AM tracing a run of unmarked fiber behind the B-row racks, and somewhere in there I stopped being annoyed and started feeling like an archaeologist. Not of a dead civilization—of one that's still humming and just forgot to write things down. These days the hum is less a noise to filter out and more a chant I'm slowly learning to hear.