July 29, 2019
OK. Sure. My family and I have come up with a lot of escape plans. Most of them involve me jumping off from a great height, forcing myself through small openings—basically inflicting pain on myself. But what's a few minutes of pain compared to freedom, right? Have I told you about that time in Magallanes station when my train stopped and the door was open for 5 minutes? Did you know how long 5 minutes is? Super Fucking Long. It was early morning, no one saw what happened. I just stared at the doors. Too many paths to freedom.