bricks

Bricks.
Brown bricks.
Many brown bricks.
Infinitely many brown bricks.
All around me.
Rising up to the ceiling.
And becoming the ceiling.
Not infinitely many brown bricks.
For a cell 3m by 3m by 2m.
And a window 10 cm by 10 cm.
There should be eight thousand three hundred and ninety eight bricks.
There are eight thousand, three hundred and ninety nine bricks.
I can reach four thousand, two hundred and one bricks.
As could those before me.
And I can read what they wrote on those bricks.