Blech

I don't know what to think.
Talking about boxes and dog-ears is confusing.
It seemed liberating at the time. Metaphors do that, you know. They express emotion that can't be expressed directly, so it feels like emotional freedom when you share a metaphor.
But you know, after too many metaphors I've simply become a dog-earred ball of string and clay that's been put in a box and hung on a tree by a string of my own literary making.

^The above is a paradox, but don't think too hard about it.