Brick in the Wall

Order is Man’s mastery of the universe.  By applying logic, reason, and patterns to that which lies unstructured, I manipulate my surroundings to suit me.  I am a creature of my environment, but anomalous in that I organize for aesthetics and not necessarily practicality.  I defy evolution, expending caloric reserves on tasks which offer no definitive gain to the species.  And in that sense, I have invoked a programmatic syntactical error.  I follow directives which were not properly defined.  Variables do not exist in sufficiency to meaningfully direct input.  And so my output, devoid of complete genetic programming, is self-destructive.

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The delineation between garden and yard is transitory.  I wish it to not be so.  Therefore I installed edging!  But as all is ephemeral, its lackluster construction quickly deteriorated, rendering the boundary once again ill-defined.  Another means was required.  Materials which stand the test of time!

Bricks!

Evidenced by the apparent brick mine beneath the property, bricks don’t break down–they simply become buried over decades of subpar landscaping.

And so, after acquiring somewhere around 250 bricks and multiple tubes of construction adhesive, and shooing Liz away for her inability to effectively use a level (despite this project being her idea, I’ll note), I reforged that which was once broken and shines anew!

…with some extra dirt and grass seed…

+$5000 more in property taxes forthcoming, no doubt.  The price for rule and order!

–Simon

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