He is young, but there is magic in his heart. A discarded cardboard box, to him, is a tool with which to explore. He ties a sheet to the top then stands in the box on top of the sofa, and with a little shove, the box becomes a hot air balloon. He removes the sheet and closes the flaps, sealing up his submarine. Peeling the flaps back, he makes wings to fly out of the water and up into the stars.
But twenty years later, as he takes his seat in his tiny cubicle, a box is just a box.