Back in 2003, I wrote this little snippet.
“Have you ever just looked at the sky and contemplated it’s blueness? I have many times, in fact. I just lie there on the grass, feeling the coolness against my back and look at the sky. You know, sometimes I dream that I’m a bird and can fly up there. It would be so wonderful to be that free.”
Click.
“Don’t you agree?”
Bang!
“Now he’s free,” says the commodant as he walks away.
