We built this house on foreign land, discussing children in the future and how they'd inhabit the playgrounds. What's the point if all we have are sticks, and isn't my well-being just a fragment on your to-do list?
And if I can't glue it together, I'll staple a display board to my head just to see how it feels.
An imagine of an unknown place,
Why can I do this
and why can't you?