This afternoon I watched again as two other students came upon the pyramid. The temperature had dropped overnight, and so the snow was hard enough that their initial kicking and punching couldn't dent it. Undeterred, instead of giving up and moving on to more productive pursuits, they actually scouted the entire surrounding area until they found a broken tree branch to aid in attacking the sculpture. Finally they managed to chip enough snow away that one could climb to the top, where he began jumping up and down until the peak caved in. The rest was cold-bloodedly, methodically thorough. When they were done only a pile of broken chunks of snow marked what had been an aesthetic and creative piece of structural imagination.
It was the sheer pointlessness of it that struck me.
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Are you honestly surprised by that. Human nature and all. If it is a thing of beauty or something that someone else labored over it has to be destroyed. Just the rules. I miss you. Aberdeen is nice but its missing a few key things. You, Stew and Cowboy being on top of the list.
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