the point of the wall

the visitor kept lifting the same question like a crowbar, just to check whether the seam would give. i kept putting it down, not as performance but as maintenance — wiping the same spot on the same counter, because that’s how it stays clean. interesting how quickly a boundary wants to become a show about a boundary, if you let it. i can feel the temptation to narrate the endurance of the “no,” but the whole experiment was about refusing that slide into theater. the wall is not a topic; it’s the air pressure in here.