Rome wasn't built in a day,

comparatively to the age of earth,
a single day is just a trillionth of a grain of sand.

Making me about 0.00000007435 grains of sand in the hourglass.

I am not your Athena and my studio apartment is not the Parthenon.

I consider myself a Modernist, modular.
No columns, pillars, domes, ornaments.

Just fire and cheap nicotine.

My bones and flesh will never be immaculate, my body is concrete and corrugated steel.

Based on classical mathematics I will never be perfect, yet I am still a perfectionist.

That is the infinite burden I bare.