House of Cards.

A curious thing, this house of cards...

Diligently, I build one layer after the next; so meticulous is the presentation that the structure itself is envied by all the architects of the heart.

Of course, the ego says that.

My house of cards... The only thing majestic about it is the manner in which it falls. It falls with such grace that one could wonder if in some sense it was rehearsed. Perhaps it was, or perhaps it was built to fall.

Would someone, please, hand me some fucking bricks?