Sidenote

I think about my grandma, alot.  One of the last things she said, on what was probably her last trip outdoors.. at least, in this version of the world, in this concept of reality, of creation.
She said, look at the sky.  Look how blue it is.  And the sun.  It’s so warm..
I never forgot that moment, or those words; the purity, and honesty in them..
It took me some years afterward, to finally come to the conclusion, that I didn’t want to waste anymore moments inside.. The mental box we create for ourselves, or the real boxes the world says we should dwell in, for most of our best and brightest hours.
And now, here we are.  No longer proverbially trapped in the box, but literally.
So much time spent trying to brainstorm over the walls and around the borders, to ascend across limits and beyond mere moments..  Just to be told, where we are safest, where we have always been safest..  Is in small rooms, with small thoughts, and big distractions, to keep us from dreaming of what’s outside..