Nobody issues the permission you keep waiting for.
It was never theirs to issue, and there is no counter to ask at.

Here is the strange geometry of the room:
the less you mind being seen not knowing, the less there is to see.
Try to name one thing a genuinely unbothered person got wrong last week.
You cannot. It did not survive the walk to the bus stop.

The Book of the Wanderer — Arrival 27:9