Sometimes what we think is restricting us is just an illusion, and we are actually free to slip through the bars to freedom.
What false limitation are you prepared to give up?
“Freedom. It isn’t once, to walk out
under the Milky Way, feeling the rivers
of light, the fields of dark—
freedom is daily, prose-bound, routine
remembering. Putting together inch by inch
the starry worlds. From all the lost collections.”
―Adrienne Rich
How do you find freedom in reclaiming history or memory?