my father just bought me legos. Although maybe not bought, there’s a possibility he found them in the basement but for some god forsaken reason he gives them to me as if he is a therapist allowing me to work out my ‘trauma’ in a small scale reproduction of more serious events. Ridiculous. The only thing these are good for is recreating key points in my country’s great war to point out the strategic missteps to my young friend. and then strategically fake blowing up his little lego character to see how he responds.














