It's full of sand.
Or maybe it's just a wasted state.
Or both.
There's enough sand for both.
Why, there's enough sand for all of us.
We can all be filled with sand and when it gets hot we can all be filled with glass.
GLASS.
I am so down.

Love,
the dead minotaur

PS: This Valentine's Day, we've got a Really Good Reason for you to come on over. Oh yes we do.