The Wall

'Have you seen it? They've put up a wall. Shall we...'

They looked at each other and chuckled. Few things were as interesting as listening to what was happening next door.

The wall was high, built in the middle of the night, and the bricks were brand new, not the old, inferior junk that most people had to make do with. They were used to scouring crumbling houses for reusable bricks just to add an extra room to their poky homes, or to restore what they already had.

'The thing even has a name: Wailing Wall. Just look at the sign there. What do you think it's about?'

'I think it's a clever move by the government. If everyone's there pouring out their hearts, there'll be no room left to see what they're up to. It will also ensure that after a lengthy lament, there'll be no energy left to demonstrate.'

The two friends stood side by side at the back of the wall, listening in astonishment to what humanity had to complain about. Every now and then, they whispered an answer to the question of why life was so sad, bizarre, contradictory, poor, monotonous, boring, and a constant struggle. 'Why did you leave me?' one of them cried, more a cry of anger and frustration than a complaint.

After a few weeks, there wasn't much to chuckle about. The two seemed to have grown into the wall and didn't open their mouths anymore. They just listened intently, and were petrified...

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