The Window photo series, pt 67
7:00 am. 3600 bricks to go.
Is the moon made of bricks? This morning, sunrise, there was a solar eclipse. Some advanced space civilization ages ago was like, They got microbes on Earth now, we better keep an eye on them, those motherfuckers’ll evolve and get dangerous sooner or later. Build a satellite for surveillance, use stuff from the planet to do it, make it look natural —round, grey and dusty is good. Place it precisely the right distance from earth so that it covers the sun exactly during an eclipse. They’ll eventually discover math and figure out that that wasn’t random, they’ll know someone’s watching, so they won’t misbehave. Also, what the hell, put some rings around Saturn.
I wish I worked on the moon, bricks’d be lighter. 450,000 lbs of bricks I’ll end up lifting this year. That’s Superman weight, just 4.5 pounds at a time. This road job, 50 bricks an hour, eight hours by nine days…that’s gonna be just over 16,000 lbs. Less if I crush a finger like No-nail Withnail. Goddamn glad he and his fugly mashed-plumb thumb are not on my crew, he’s barely on his knees, he’s always standing, arms crossed, talking. Ugh, this brick is shit and it’s only my second one. Into the clinker pile.
Some ancient bricks still aren’t clinkers. The Colosseum, it’s still standing. Even the ones they dug up in Jericho. Just mud and straw, and shaped by hand, but after 9000 years and trumpet blasts and all that, still intact. Thumbprints pressed into them still visible. Maybe one is from the hand of a way-great grandfather of mine, 440 generations back. It’s possible. People are bricks in an infinite road.
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