boxes

We live on a globe, yet our world consists of a long trail of decorated boxes in various shapes and sizes. Wake up and shut off the alarm box. Go to the bathroom box and start the shower. Dry off and throw the towel in the dirty clothes box. Get a tissue from a box and throw it away in a box. Grab our socks from a box of drawers called a bureau, chest or credenza. If there is time for breakfast, it usually comes from a box by opening the top or getting bread from it and putting it in a slotted box that toasts it warm and brown. Out the door to the box that houses the box on wheels as others take an elevator box down to get the box on wheels.

Everyone lives in a decorated box they come with flat, gable, and dome roofs to name a few but they are still a series of boxes within boxes that come in a variety of materials and colors depending on where one lives. Some drive their box on wheels for hours to their work box, others take mass transit boxes of the bus or subway variety. The box on wheels come in many colors, shapes, and sizes with a variety of boxes inside for gloves, or something called a console. Many people daily drive by a box to get coffee and doughnuts in a box to get them through the morning. Once you get to work and park the box on wheels we feed a meter box with money to keep our box on wheels safe.

At the office box we plant ourselves in a room or a box known affectionately as a cubicle. There are boxes everywhere in this space for our needs and theoretically used to be efficient. We stare at computer monitor boxes all day while the printer boxes sit nearby ready and waiting. There are boxes for a desk that the "in" and the "out" boxes sit upon. Pencils, paper clips, cd's, books, and paper all have pull out drawer boxes or their own special boxes. When we are finished with papers we either throw them away in a box or send them to a shredder box.

We take our lunch in a box or buy a box lunch that sometimes comes in a box shaped paper bag. Boxes are everywhere in our lives. We use them for suggestions, sand, black, penalties, and ice to name a few. Even the new little electronic boxes attached to our ears or thumbs help us stay in touch with people sometimes standing well within speaking range.

At the end of the day we turn around and follow the boxes backwards. Down the elevator box into the box on wheels and back to the humble abode box. Some nights after leaving the office we go to a box for offices to get tickets for entertainment purposes whether it is a group of people playing a sport or sporting a new play. Even the players have boxes shrouded as stages, diamonds, courts, fields, or rinks that are each a rectangular box of their own. We can play with the version that has a Jack in it or call on a box for takeout in boxes generally of an Asian or Italian variety while watching a flat screen box showing other people living in their decorated boxes. At night we put the dog in a box and sleep on a box of springs while the alarm box sits quietly waiting to start another day of boxes bright and early.

Boxes are our lives, so when someone suggests thinking outside the box one has to wonder silently which box they are referring to. We start life floating in a vessel of water and are born onto the face of a large globe scattered with boxes of every shape and size. Of course once we are done living, we usually find a box waiting for us to be either cremated where the ashes are placed in a box or finally put to rest six feet underground deep inside the globe.