Hendrik Manuels: Walls and Whispers

Walls and whispers, not quite carnal but neither the soul. Yet when experienced together, they make up one whole. Now, turn around and look at McGraw Hall; is the 21st century just cheap façadism? From this very Tjaden Hall all the way to Western electoralism? Just like how termites eat down my old home, while thermite built up new patriotism! And then I wonder, is it easier to rob a wallet on Wall Street or to crack open a walnut stuck in hardened concrete? For love that is behind a paywall is like God trying to stonewall. And this world makes my body decay, starting with the teeth and ending with the self. For when old labour becomes new leisure, one must ask: is the God of the poor still a carpenter? And I just scroll and scroll towards freedom, desperately avoiding sleep while praying for some rest. But you need to understand, maybe my salvation is truly one reel away! While building this algorithm brick by brick, my new wall, my new self.