Hostile Architecture and Its Narcissistic Gatekeeper

it was unnecessary and unkind. all you did was cut me off from conversing with the very community of which you speak, of which I am a part. if you want the whole place to yourself, you’ll have to use your words— I don’t do any better with hints than you. that’s why I left, your inability to read the room or allow a breath inside of it other than yours— you still haven't figured that out. this is the same thing, claiming the castle for your chaos. and maybe it works— people love your decorative moat. but I’ve seen the drawbridge chain tucked under your smile. and I’ve heard the nonstop dry-begging clatter of compliments you locked behind doors. what did it accomplish other than isolating me from others? you were never getting smoke from this dragon in any form other than verse— isn't that what real poets do? our version of breaking down the door instead of breaking down? you don’t have to answer to me. I’m not knocking. I’m drafting ambiguous blueprints trying to build a new foundation in this uncomfortable place. consider using an umbrella at night from now on. save that porcelain hide from being moonstruck when the post-truth recoil happens.