A recent experience inspired this art piece: There I was, faced with a normal stapler. The stapler was broken, but that didn't stop me from trying to fix it. Little did I know what horrors awaited me. I took apart the stapler and soon found the problem. Multiple staples had been jammed inside. Thus, I harvested all of them. Easy enough, right? No! The nightmare began to come to life. The easy part was done, but the stapler was useless unless I could get it back together. Every time, I would get close to getting it back together; some spring would slip, and the stapler would cut my hand. Cut after cut after cut, I finally got it. I grabbed a piece of paper with excitement to see it work. But yet, it was still broken. I then noticed I put a piece on backward. I took it apart again. Cut after cut, I attempt to put it back together correctly. It snaps shut multiple times, snatching my hand with its monster-like mouth. I finally got it fixed, failure after failure. What do I see when I look at a broken stapler? I see this art piece right here. Beware of the broken stapler. Thanks to the stapler I guess? The process was very annoying, and painful.
