Architecture. One block after another. They get heavy, I know. I've carried one in my purse from time to time. Now I also know how they are constructed. Clay, fire, glaze. Exposed to the elements, they are durable and have a sometimes pleasing aesthetic. Better for compression than tension. Bricks and blocks. Yes I've tuck pointed. But literature and music are more of my thing. They are usually available in a wide variety. Songs and books of course. I'm not building a temple today. But if you need a call edge educated grammatically innovative editor or poetic miscreant I know the one Kung Fu move Confuscious. Yet, do I really want to get along with the old man all the time? Yes. He's? Better at? Duh, duh, duh (dramatic equilibrium). & hiding a time capsule.
The year is 2367. Bricks are hologram force fields that zap mosquitoes with intrinsic deviations. One click and the robot builds the structure to exact specifications. Oh how I miss the old days. Mud, water, and Sun. Printed like a Phaistos disc. Don't throw that Frisbee in the pile. Someone might find it in a few thousand years and give it to Homer(s) to inspect for flaws in the Calendar. It's round and Minoan and printed.
The tangent is, I'm in the Internet and the volley is going over my head.
I was "nothing" now I have slippers.
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