how to become a wall?

There is a homeless woman living in my block. I often see her in the evening when I walk home. Every now and then I try to smile at her, greet her, make contact. I think she is afraid of me; well, maybe not me in particular, but all the mes in the world and the world in general. When I walked home today I only noticed her when I was really close. I smiled at her but she didn’t react. She was hard to distinguish from the wall she was standing in front of. In fact, she had become the wall.

in the meantime

It is said that time heals all wounds. However, only time will tell.