An epic won't release you until there is conclusion which stories resist (who wants to die?) there is a brown eyed dog with a hint of yellow barking about cages and freedom and we thought, in our modern way, that bathrooms were simple, available, and don't forget what the dictionary says about shame and escape: you made your bed because that's what you read success looks like, well-organized perfection and that might have looked like something on one of the maps you stared at deciding where to find ideal next and the fervent search had something to do with breathing and not enough oxygen at which point, the brain panics, crashing through false walls to see that the chest rises only as high as it does.