The Sea is an Algorithm

I’ve been rounding up the fallen bricks, taking them down, rather, from the wall of the alley on the side of my house. I’ve chalked tallies into the nose ends of the bricks - counting the amount of days I think I’ve suffered, the times I’ve bought cocaine for everybody at the bar, the possibilities I’ve mulled over, the first punches I’ve thrown, the total number of deities humans have chosen to worship since fire was first crafted, etc - and slipped them back into where they came from.