I found this today. It appears to be some of my deeper thinking from college.
I envy the brick. On hot days it is cool and on hot days it is cool. It is consistent. It is certainty. I know it will be here. In all of its whiteness I find myself wondering what it that makes me more than a brick is. I mean, I could have just as easily been born as a brick. Maybe I was and I changed. The baby pictures never looked quite right. I just don’t understand.