If Walls Could Talk.

If walls could talk, what would they tell me? I long to hear the secrets of my fortified enclosure. Would each bleached bathroom tile tell a different story?
Or would the testimony of the yellow kitchen better suit? After all, what's a crack here or there, when all is said and done?

If I put my ear to the parquetry floor, would the stained wood whisper into it? And what of the cupboards and doors? Surely they too have a tale to tell?

I am sure the cool glass of my windows, with their voyueristic recounts, would be the most interesting storytellers of all. After all, people are well aware that walls, though mute, see everything.

But windows - they are treated with contempt. They are hidden behind dusty blinds or curtains. They are peered through mercilessly, and locked at night.

I'm sure they hate it. And of course, anger is always the best catalyst for forbidden knowledge.