Paul talked to the wall, a wall.
As he was walking past, he said, looking at the wall, "How do you find the current state of affairs?"
The wall did not answer. It simply stood firm and wide, as Paul passed by.
"A dead-end," it might have said. But it didn't say.
It couldn't have said, "An opening." Where the wall ended, there was a small path leading up to a vague darkness.
Paul missed the wall.
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