I want to build an obelisk
A tower high enough to touch water vapor in the sky
With no light at the top for guiding ships
And no crows nest for stationing snipers
Too thin and narrow to house people or goods.
It will not be a monument to god.
It will not symbolize the rays of the sun.
It will stand alone.
and it will shout with a voice of thunder,
With the roar of lions,
In a voice that is my own,
"I AM HERE!"
To the cold darkness above.
I want to build an obelisk
To make my presence known to no-one in particular.
I will build it of ink bricks and paper mortar
On the terrain contained in this journal.
And when it is complete I will do as men have done since we first mixed clay with water and painted our own image on walls and shout my existence to the universe.

I.
Am.
Here.

Yes, I want to build an obelisk.

And when it is done I will build another.