Escapism

Soon I realised I like to escape. It is a strange and saddening experience but let me tell you it mustn’t be rare. 

Think about it. We crave the peace and serenity of the moon when we are on this earth. And yet we might yearn for the blinding lights and erotic noises of this naked earth where humans’ breaths steam the dirt and wicked sins curse the mind if one day we were sent up to the moon. Delusional, am I not?

On this road that seems to never reach an end, we run and run and run to escape from things right in front of our eyes and within our reach. Sometimes I ponder if that simply reflects an innate tendency of us humans to betray and look away from what we possess. We read books (whatever genres), (pretend to) enjoy arts in those massive museums, pick up news circling around big names and posh agendas (most of them we cannot fully grasp). We shop things that famous people wear (or waste). And f*cking tell the truth! we cling to the fantasy of walking on London streets full of sh*ts made by homeless folks and trash ridded by Chinese restaurants and yet feeling like models walking on a big stage. 

Yes, that gigantic metropolis where the perfume no. 5 cannot hide the stink of everything living in its cage. A cage built by dreams and sins and desires and hopes. We are professional escapers amidst our most mundane life. And yet we escape to be caged by our dreams at the end of the road. A road that leads us to exactly where we have always been. A place that feeds us the illusion of our dreams coming alive. We dream to escape. Indeed, we escape in the pursuit of our shared dreams. 

So what is there to keep running my love? 

We run to keep our breaths. We run to keep our dreams. ‘Cause what is life other than a castle of dreams? With dreams we live. With dreams we will survive. Even in the most sinful place, dreams are our cage. They are our castle, from which we never want to run away. 

BY LYNN NG.