Tree-lined hills, and blue skies.
Or no. That’s cliché.
A bird in flight!
Ooh, even worse!
When we talk about freedom, we restrict ourselves to so few images. Images of freedom should be as liberating as the feeling itself!
I want to talk about freedom as a drum set being thrown down a hill, as opening a book one night, and water gushing from the pages until my life is a lake and I swim away.
Or as a bird in flight! With all the dependence on physics, and exhaustion, and food supply, and merciless gravity that the actuality implies.
I just don’t want to talk about freedom in terms of numbers.
Anything but that!
I'm so tired of numbers!
I’m so tired.

-Welcome to Nightvale

I write, I read and I watch.

But recently, I'm just bored.