Walking round the merry-go-round, it spins and spins and the world falls down. That was a shock, let me tell you. But standing here, face to face with the flatpack of reality without an instruction booklet, you just have to wonder a smidge if you can be arsed trying to pull the walls back up to their regulation height. It seems a little pointless, wasting all that time and effort just to watch them crash back down again after a couple millennia flash by.
Examining the line of the plaster won’t do you any good, the
construction of the walls themselves aren’t what’s at fault, rather it’s the
foundations themselves that seem to be poorly put together. And what can you do
about that, in the grand scheme of things? I don’t particularly know the answer
to such a conundrum, which is rather vexing let me tell you, but I can guarantee
to myself that the plaster’s condition will not be a great help in discovering
it.
Oh well, sometimes you just need to get on with it. Better
put my back into it this time, might help them stay up that little bit longer.
But then again, maybe not.
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