We are building our own walls. Political walls. Emotional walls. Algorithmic walls. Every micro-betrayal, every canceled plan, every loss we don’t process is just another brick.
Maybe that’s the real message. We don’t build walls to keep others out. We build them to see if anyone cares enough to tear them down.
There are albums you listen to with your ears. Then there are albums that crawl under your skin, take up residence in your chest, and refuse to leave. Pink Floyd’s The Wall is the latter.
