i talk to the wall

I am having a conversation with a brick wall. This wall is a traditional red brick, with slightly uneven surfaces and a weathered texture. It stands tall, with ivy creeping up its length on the right side. The mortar between the bricks is slightly discoloured, indicating that it's an old wall. There is a sense of solitude, as if I am the only person there, speaking to the wall in the eerie quiet of a late afternoon, with the sun slowly setting in the background