We’ve known all along that we are building something
from nothing, that each click together is all part of the
design. We know dropped bricks mean sore soles, and
that the instructions are long gone. We know the colors
only sometimes matter and the blocks that come in twos
are easy to find places for but the ones with more are
challenging. There’s a snap that happens when it all comes
together just right, and we’re waiting for it. Longing for it.
Abiding by the laws of architecture, and deciding to make
something of the scattered mess that’s here, in the meantime.
Prompted by Poetic Asides.