I have a thing for boxes. When I see a box, I feel compelled to sit in it. So what?
Boxes, baskets, open suitcases, drawers, you name it--they're all boxes to me, inviting occupancy. I don't get what the big deal is. My people think it's funny: I sit in a box, and they get their cameras, or make jokes about sending me with the UPS man, or taking me to Buffalo. But they don't.
There is no good reason to sit in a box, but there is no good reason to not sit in a box either. The box is just there. But when you're in a box, it's so easy to just be there, doing nothing. My people don't seem to get it; they never do nothing. For them, it seems there is always something to do. So I don't think they know how to enjoy a good box.
I think people are generally opposed to boxes. I hear them saying they don't want to be put in a box. I see them flattening good cardboard and carrying it to the garage. What a waste! I hear them saying, "Think outside the box." That's ridiculous. A box is the best place to be to think because there's really nothing else to do in the box.
I've heard Canada has Boxing Day in December. I don't know what that is, but it sounds like something I might enjoy. Maybe I could go to Canada to experience Boxing Day. Perhaps I'll take that flight to Buffalo after all. Is that in Canada?