I Hope the exit is joyful, and I hope never to return”
Frida Kahlo’s last words.
I live in a box of potential and the walls sing a song of promise. They promise security in a world of uncertainty. Uncertain of choice, uncertain of faith, uncertain of all the choices we never took.
I once believed in a world of progress, I did progress. I became a person of value, of fame. In the meantime, I maintained a wondrous indifference to the world. I embraced that apathy and ran as far as I could, away.