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@ Zenpai
2025-05-16 14:54:18I soar all over the world, but one of the places I visit often is this little tiny square opening. I land softly on the platform and peer in through the hole. There’s a man inside; he seems to enjoy when I come by. His eyes light up and he gives me crumbs of bread to eat. The bread is tasty and fulfilling; it satisfies my hunger during my flights to other destinations. I wonder what it’s like to be man.
Man does strange things. I can’t fully understand. For example, this man is confined in a tiny box. He sits on what looks like a deformed tree, and in front of him is a tiny rectangular box. Everything man has is so boxy; it’s unnatural to me. When I fly from place to place, I don’t see any boxes; rather, I see a wiggly world. Endless shape, no two things look the same, but to man, it’s like he wants everything to be the same. Man usually is looking at other thin boxes; these are slim and have marks on them. He appears to stare for a long time at them, and then he sets them down and picks up another to stare at. In his box, he has long, narrow boxes. They hold small boxes bundled together with slim boxes. It gives me a headache seeing so many boxes. Once I observed man outside in the wiggly world, and when he left his big box, he went into another smaller box that moved! I was so interested I followed his moving box. You wouldn’t guess where he went to! Another box, but this one was a big one with subsections of smaller boxes. Could you believe they even have big boxes for water! What a headache man is.
The game man plays is interesting; it seems to be about boxes and how to put wiggly things in them. The wiggly is too elusive; one can’t box it up. Even if you surround the wiggly in a box, it will continue to wiggle. Like a tree confined to a planter box, its roots will spread beyond their confinement. Man is like this but believes the box will contain him, shameful.