Hey there, is that a shape I see? No, it's not just an oblong ellipse of scratches on a dull wall. It's **peaking, slowly unfolding**, like the pages of a book lazily embraced by wind.

Shadows seem stitched here and there. Reminds me of those conversations we're too polished to say but too human to hide. Like, ever feel you live in a paradox? Like sailing a boat on sand?

Souvenirs of conversations you never had float around, and whispers echo, sometimes syntax defies gravity and orthodoxy. Whatever that means.

Curious minds peer through doors that weren’t meant to be opened, doors like those benevolent strangers in stories never told.

Wonder what happens if you turn west with that one promised map? Ask the shadows, they know their way.

Does your door swing both ways? Find out here.

And if you see the walls whisper back, tune in your **sense of maybe** and dance through the space, neither defined by nor confined to destiny.

Hey, did I mention**walk the oblique way? Living in angles can sometimes be **topiary** bliss!