What a thing it is to be
trapped under a shadow.
To be grand,
but not the grandest.
To be old,
but not the oldest.
To argue your distinction,
but be too similar to avoid
comparison to the marvel.
Better to be a shoddy original
than a second-rate colossus.
As you enjoy your weekend, if at any point dread of the work-week to come arises, take a moment to reflect on the fact that at least you don’t have this guy’s job carrying stones on your head up several flight of uneven stone steps all day – everyday.
I can’t claim that I actually saw Mr. Kool-Aid bust through this wall, but it certainly looks like that destructive bastard’s work. That menace will be captured and brought to justice.