Elevator spaces
sometimes feel so painfully boring.
And so we plaster the walls with
posters and music, with people and meaningless button smashing
but isn’t this just like the rest of life itself,
just like the rest of the world outside this traveling box?
The limits, the trappings, the movement from stasis to stasis.
Except, the mind is free.
That where the body and life can’t go, the mind can.
Why have we taken these 4 walls as our frame of reference for who we can be, and what we can do?
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