The Walls of Hypocrisy

Where I work, there exists a wall. In front of the coffee shop a half built brick wall with a half-assed graffiti and a big, uneven, complex-looking hole. Well, you could have called it an arch too but “walls” are in fashion now, and hence let’s call it a wall- big, beautiful, broken wall.
Behind that people smoke. Behind means from the direction of coffee shop. The other side is busier no less and yet people think that if they cross that brick layer, suddenly they vanish!

I call it “The wall of Hypocrisy” and in terms of sheer absurdity, it rivals the appeal to peace by the world leaders now.

We also have those walls inside us. We call them “being realistic”.