We found this driftwood shack on the beach last year.
We did a bit of remodeling because we're remodeling-type folk.
We embellished it a little with treasures we found.
We sang songs and beat drums on it.
We waited for the waves to come and carry it away.
I look at the Augusteum, and I think that perhaps my life has not actually been so chaotic, after all. It is merely this world that is chaotic, bringing changes to us all that nobody could have anticipated. The Augusteum warns me not to get attached to any obsolete ideas about who I am, what I represent, whom I belong to, or what function I may once have intended to serve. Yesterday I might have been a glorious monument to somebody, true enough - but tomorrow I could be a fireworks depository. Even in the Eternal City, says the silent Augusteum, one must always be prepared for riotous and endless waves of transformation.
We found this driftwood shack on the beach last year.
We did a bit of remodeling because we're remodeling-type folk.
We embellished it a little with treasures we found.
We sang songs and beat drums on it.
We waited for the waves to come and carry it away.
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