The Wall is one of my favourite albums of all time.  There is something that is so moving and tragic about the narrative within its two discs, something that cuts deeply into the core of anyone who has ever isolated in a desperate attempt to shield the self from the world, from others.

Walls are built, but walls can fall…  Can’t they?  Are there walls that are too high, too solid, to climb or push through?  In a room of walls, where outside the faint din of people and traffic hums like the drones of a hive, is it possible to starve before reaching salvation via escape?

I wonder sometimes if the human mind’s incredible traps and prisons, if made concrete and physical, would defy the talents of a modern Houdini.

Day 162:  Hey You – Pink Floyd