Stanley Squantro 1- or The Boy Who Talked To Walls (Spor)
Stanley Squantro, like many humans in the modern world, spent a lot of time in rooms. Rooms, of course, are made primarily of walls, which is to say a room can lack a proper floor or ceiling, but there is no such thing as a room without walls, as that would simply be outside. Commonly referred as the “Out of Doors”, roomless environments would more accurately be labeled the “Out of Walls”. As a matter of fact and coincidence, this is exactly how Stanley Squantro referred to being outside.
"Where are you going, Stanley?"
"For a stroll out of walls."
You get the idea. It’s simply that the reality and importance of walls was very clear in Stanley Squantro’s unusual mind, and it sometimes influenced him in the way of little eccentricities like that. To Stanley, “Out of Doors” was a problem experienced by housebuilding crews.
For your consideration, nobody can tell you how or why, but when Stanley Squantro talked to walls, the walls talked back.
By way of an explanation, he offers this;
"I can see the faces of walls. Not always right away, sometimes it takes me a while, or maybe it’s a shy wall and doesn’t want to show me it’s face right away, but sooner or later I see it, and it sees me, and when that happens I can talk to it, and it talks back to me."
Of all the people that ever shared space in a room with Stanley while he conversed with the walls, no one could ever hear the walls talking to Stanley except Stanley, and what’s more, no one ever heard him talking to them, either. To their senses, it appeared that Stanley simply stared silently at a wall or walls for a while, not exactly in a trance, just quiet, then he would “snap out of it” and report his findings, if appropriate. Not that the walls care if their secrets get spread around. Accordingly to Stanely, walls are dispassionate entities for whom such concepts as “secrets” are simply nonexistent.
"After all it’s people’s reputations that are at stake, not the wall’s." Stanley has often said in rebuke to the gossip hounds, or the overly curious, to be polite about it. You can hardly blame such types for bothering Stanley Squantro, who has peeled back the concealing paint from the walls of so many historical mysteries. But that’s for later.
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