We are bound to our everyday existence. We pass the days in desultory activity, waiting for a time when we can return to “normal’, and all the while reflecting on the concept of normality itself. We consider alternative ways of being. Escape is possible, and can be achieved through imagining. Or death. Each offers its own liberation. The first is the forgetting of the self; the other, an agony. The blackbird flies; or the raven calls. Otherwise we are left holding on to a life in limbo. But consider this – in freeing the self, we also free others.