The opening is there but he cannot go through, so instead he goes part way through, which only makes him want to go farther, which he cannot do, and so, like a person in a line that is not moving and will not move, he takes a tiny step forward, moving that tiny step closer to the person in front of him, who in turn moves a tiny step closer to the person in front of her, that person being him, for there are only two people in line.
It’s like a game of musical chairs. They walk in slow circles around a single chair, waiting for the music only they can hear, for it is in their heads, to stop. They do not want this music to stop, nor do they want to stand in line any longer, for they know it leads nowhere, and yet this is how this particular game is played. When the music stops, as stop it must, neither wins anything.
A man signs a shovel and so he digs.
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