A perceptive moment from an unlikely source…

My brother, as those who have met him know, is probably not the most emotionally-attuned or insightful of folks. This is his personality and there is really not much to be done to change that. All discussions of it end in “Well, that’s just Nate” including those that involve him as a first-party.

So, this morning on our normally awkward, conversation-less drive in to campus, I nearly fell out of his truck when he turned and said “Nick, I think you might be the man in the box.” and then returned to his non-talking.

I’m the man in the box
Buried in my shit
Won’t you come and save me, save me

[CHORUS]

Feed my eyes, can you sew them shut?
Jesus Christ, deny your maker
He who tries, will be wasted
Feed my eyes now you’ve sewn them shut

I’m the dog who gets beat
Shove my nose in shit
Won’t you come and save me, save me

[CHORUS x2]

“Man in the Box” by Alice in Chains

I’ve never actually listened to these lyrics so you can imagine my shock when not only had Nate listened, but actually made the leap to an interpretation of meaning. Very interesting.