NC: Sir. If you don't mind me asking, why a box?
AS: Your home is a box
Your car is a box on wheels
You drive to work in it
You drive home in it
You sit in your home staring at your box
It erodes your soul,
while the box that is your body inevitably withers and dies,
where upon it is placed in the ultimate box to slowly decompose
NC: It's quite depressing when you think of it that way
AS: Don't think of it that way, think of it as a temporary state of being.
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