Pencil peels,,ink bottes,peels on the floor. Books full of wisdom and knowledge but only few heads which have the magic of books in them.
All of them with the same dream,trying to get moulded in the same mould. Will they all fit in?
Even they know that they can't.
Still working and obtaining flair from the boards hanging.
Some are in the way,some lost.
Not everybody's GPS works the right way throughout.