No! Stop! I don’t care about your earnings If story is about money Earn an urn Pile your stories Climb many storeys Up, up, up The edifying edifice Up, up up Story by story Storey by storey Should you fall Should you fall? Earn an urn Bounce off the pavement Be assumed into heaven Burn! Earn an urn Be assumed as smoke Or eat tartar sauce in Tartarus
What struck me is how even in a chaotic, playful flow, there’s a meditation on work, value, and persistence. The leaps between absurdity and reflection feel alive, like a reminder that stories themselves carry weight beyond words.
