The Best Prison is the One You Can’t See...

Escape? What a concept. Everything we build in life has an escape hatch - hell, even planes that cruise at 30,000 feet going hundreds of miles an hour over open stretches of ocean come complete with a big red lever. In case of emergency plummet outside the falling tin can...better view. But life, itself, is a flawed piece of engineering. No hatch. No lever or button. No second chances. Life just has one entrance, “This way, Sir or Madam, just split your mother open and come in screaming,” and one way out, “Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.”

I don’t pretend to know the reason - maybe God was busy building other universes and, like a sleepy architect, forget a fire escape on his tallest tower. Maybe he’s a sick fuck and likes to watch all the crashes. I wouldn’t be so quick to judge. Why do you think NASCAR is still in business, anyway?

Whatever the case, the game is rigged. You can’t come in without begging to leave sooner or later - and when you do you’ll find all the doors are painted on the wall. Probably should have read the fine print, huh? So you ask me how I get away from it all? My answer’s the same as yours. We can’t ... still, there’s worse ways to spend your time than dreaming of things that won’t come true.