“... if these walls could talk...”
What would they say?
How would they say it?
Maybe you are standing in a room and you suddenly find yourself awash in whispered words running out of the cracks in the plaster; the nouns and verbs pooling around your ankles.
Would they talk about the pain of standing still and passive while the world changes around them?
Would they tell you stories of the joy of sheltering love and new beginnings?
Would they talk about the confusion of arbitrary division of here and there?
What stories could theses walls tell?
How do we listen to these walls?
I have been thinking lately about what it would be like to make a wall talk. I realize this piece of wood is not a wall but I want to develop my vocabulary... one day I will converse with a wall and I want to be prepared.