acrystal branches brass car tires cardboard cement ceramics concrete curtain fabric fluorescent lamp fly screen foam foil glass glaze gouache hama pearls ink lamp mattress metal mirror mosaic tiles moths nails paper mâché pearls penelope canvas plants plastic plastic bottles plexiglass polaroid porcelain poster pullovers quartz plaster rescue blankets roots satin seeds sequins sewing thread stone t-shirts thread tin video wire wood wool
If A made any error it was only that he was a little more overly aware of box men than others were. You cannot laugh at A. If you are one of those who have dreamed of, described in their thoughts even once, the anonymous city that exists for its nameless inhabitants, you should not be indifferent, because you are always exposed to the same dangers as A-that city where doors are opened for anyone; where even among strangers you need not be on the defensive; where you can walk on your head or sleep by the roadside without being blamed; where you are free to sing if you're proud of your ability; and where, having done all that, you can mix with the nameless crowds whenever you wish. Thus it will seldom do to point a gun at a box man.
(The Box Man, Kobo Abe)