It seems as if every interaction signals the formation of a new brick.
As if in knowing what will become of this crossing of paths.

The creation begins in our youth.
Over time with more people, come more stones.

Till eventually you have yourself a wall.
Fortified with neglect, regret, pain, and more often than not. Loneliness.

Unfortunately. Over time. The wall gets to be too high.
So that not only can you not let anyone in.
You yourself cannot get out.