Form

The only comment I can remember on any of my college papers went something like: I can’t tell if this is brilliant or if you are using humor to cover up your complete lack of depth.

 “I never could decide myself,” I explained. “And it’s bothered me ever since. There’s just been this nagging doubt—maybe I’m all form and no content. A water tower without a tank.”

“Still beautiful, though,” he said.

And I wondered if there might be something to that.