In the Silence of Places

Have you ever wandered through the alleys where the walls are whispers of forgotten stories, only to discover a pattern so hidden, so deeply intertwined in the fabric of mundane reality? The squares, little devils of symmetry, lurk beneath the gaze of neon signs, behind shards of memories captured between these voids.

There's one in the park, off to the left when you pass the familiar oak; by the swing set, it plays with shadows cast by the late afternoon sun. It observes as laughter mingles with the rustling leaves. Do they realize, these squares, how effortlessly they blend into the mundane camouflages of existence?

Turning Pages in the Dark
Theory of Whispers