I was talking to a brick wall: we were having quite a conversation. It seemed that the brick wall had seen all manner of humanity pass by.
‘But-‘ said the brick wall, ‘the writing is on the wall for humankind.’ I laughed uneasily, though I was inwardly cringing, and turned to leave.
‘Fare thee well!’ called the wall after me.
‘Without turning, I waved an arm and hand in gesture. ‘To the next time!’ I called.
But, the next time I passed that way, the wall was not in evidence. I paused a while, considering the situation.
I left, with a hesitant determination, to obtain my place of travail; but, my head long after dwelt upon the conundrum.
Perhaps the writing had been on the wall… for the wall.