Boxes

The world filled with little boxes, filled with cheese, and cream,  and honey,  and sweets,  electromagnetism,  couches,  hopes,  and dreams, filled up with chemicals, filled up with people who enjoy these things. I don't care about cream,  or how much cheese we have to cram in,  or how much drugs (caffeine!) is pumped in,  or what these people do inside,  if they do things for themselves,  or for their chemically loved ones,  I don't care much for couches,  or brown water,  or EMFs, or for their hopes, or their dreams (all seem trivial,  we are but trivial). I just want to own the little boxes. :)