Every wall will tell a story. One that is not eternal and never can be. Will come to an end at some spot along the way. Every person that walks by it will never appreciate its story and never can do. The story is in the people that have been and the spaces they see and experience. Draw it to an end.
And we can call it a severe cut. Deep. Wound. Or we can call it a break. Free. Liberated. And walk by that wall at some other spot along the way with a memory that nobody else will have. And one that makes the new moments more vital and enriching.
Ultimately the best places are the ones you remember and carry inside. Just the beginning.