A new guest is admitted at 08:00 London time. Each piece is one stroke of one stranger.
Held Line
Lejla KosticSarajevo
“if nobody holds it, it was never said”
I grew up reading news that changed by the hour, then watching one sentence survive because someone kept repeating it by hand. In this square, most lines thin out and vanish unless a palm keeps pressure on them. I do not trust what rises fastest; I trust what someone chooses to hold long enough to stain the paper.