Trite metaphor on life and an artist’s story

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I imagine people building their lives brick by brick.
Some just pick up one and put it somewhere, then another one on top of the first and then they see what they’ve got at the end. It may be a stunning innovation, a shapeless nonsense or even a pile of bricks which couldn’t stay and just collapsed making the person throw his hands in and bear the failure till the end of his life or start stubbornly from the scratch.

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