I couldnt be the only one I thought, as I tried to hide the evidence. There must be others. How could I find them? How could I tell them what I had done without drawing attention to myself from my own few superiors. But in a measly little 3 years the anniversary of the Cultural Reorganisation Project would bring the most intense scrutiny on all keepers and all that they keep. Projects of global recataloging, visits for specially appointed drones - there was no way I could escape the consequences ..... but maybe I could make them meaningful.. maybe i could save someone from this creatively disabled society...