Escape Artist

Let us assume you want to escape... We'll consider the need on another occasion. Is this want like an interior sword that slices across the outer surface of your soul, the way a sword gashes exposed skin, and both halves fall to the side, just dead tissue? Are you capable of doing this violence against yourself? If you cannot answer my question, if merely the thought of such sacrifice repels you, you are indeed a prisoner and no escape will free you. This place of dim light, bars, animals howling in the night, is your habitat: seek no other... ESCAPE is not not like leaving your house on a Tuesday morning, checking for keys, address book, loose change, and then waiting patiently for public transport. Such daylight behavior is laughable. You must be ready for weeks, live only for the pure act of flight, your mind emptied of thought and feeling. You must be prepared to push others aside to make room for yourself, And that book you failed to finish reading last year, bring it with you. When the gates open, with no jailer in sight, and sunlight floods the cell and blinds you, adjust your eyes, step forth readily. Nothing will get better over time. This is the life you wanted just ahead of you. Start living it.