What did one wall say to another wall?
Down a side alley, near the Jewish Ghetto, are two walls, one very old and brick, the other an addition of stucco. Without looking up or around, a passerby would rarely notice this relationship, but the conversation quickly becomes a very entertaining and unique dialogue.
1. (In an old, angry voice) “Ok, stop looking at me like that. I’ve had about enough. I’m sick and tired of you hanging off of me. You’re blocking my view. See, I used to be able to see that nice church over there, but no, not anymore. What is your purpose anyways? I’m old, you’re new, I’m Rome, you’re not.”
2. (In a very cool and casual tongue) “I’m a bridge, a hallway, a connection. You obviously were not doing your job correctly or I wouldn’t be here. You’re right; you are old, and outdated. Pigeons sleep in your holes; your surface is so ragged who knows what else lives in there. Who even uses brick anymore? Plus, I’ve got all these walls and buildings behind to back me up. What do you have?”
1. (In an even angrier and grumpy tone) “Didn’t your mother ever tell you to respect your elders? After all of these years, I’ve held up haven’t I? I don’t need anyone else to lean on. We’ll see how long you can last. People don’t build like they used to, and you youngins can’t appreciate all that I was and still am. No respect. Now, I don’t like this anymore than you do, but it seems like we’ll be stuck like this for who knows how long, so you better straighten up.”
2. (With a slight laugh) “I can’t, I’m curved.”
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I love that odd archway. I wonder what it bridges..