## i have little stacks of blocks i have little stacks of blocks. i want to keep making them, setting them next to each other, sometimes combining them. they may grow into a vast or complex mansion or terrain, or they may be a cloudscape. as i go, my attention rests on each little stack. sometimes i go into the stack, and sit or have tea with a single block. the expectation of the vast zoomed out scape is not heavy on the little stack, but the gestation permeates it, and is what we call life, or love.