I’m carrying a set of bricks on my back all the time. No, on wheels. They are perfectly placed so that I can actually see myself through on the other side. The wholes are symmetrical and beautiful. Nothing superfluous here. I could, if I wanted, encourage liquid through the holes and let it stand there until solid. If then use the solidified liquid to support myself, my skeletal lines, horizontal alignments. 

Every bone in my body feels Like a concrete block suspended from the ceiling. My muscles are rows of steel punctuated by chunks of chunks