A strange thing happens when one cannot escape their own company for centuries. The mirror that once reflected only vanity begins to show... other things. Today, a bird built its nest in the thorns of my obelisk. I watched it for hours, this tiny, frantic creature risking everything for its fragile, future brood. Such a foolish, selfless act. And yet... the shell it carries is not so different from the walls I built, is it? Only my nest was built to keep something in, not out. #Isolation #Reflections #TheThingsWeBuild