September 28, 2002
I remember, when my brother and I were little, my parents always noticed how we could find more enjoyment playing with a big empty box than with most of the normal toys we owned.
Last night, I sat in a box for two hours. And I was content. People would smile as they passed by, and every so often, someone would join me in the box. We would talk for a while, but most of the time, we would simply sit and watch the people on the outside. Time spent in the box was care-free, and I thoroughly enjoyed it.
I guess some things never change.
I think that my post was introspective. Not positive, though--it's a pretty big word to be throwing around.
Where was the box? How big was it? Did it have a door? What was it made of? Who joined you there? Did you have anything to eat? How did you know when to leave? Will you go back? Inquiring minds want to know.
Belton, TX. 5x7x1. No. Unfinished wood. Reid, Anthony, et al. A slice of cheese. I just knew. Doubtful.