Life, for us, is a series of dramatic escapes. We must leap from bed and escape the unproductiveness of sleep; we must don the armour of our cars and trains and busses and escape hellish traffic; we must escape the office at night and go home to not-work. We must escape into television, into movies, into games, into bars, into sex and into one another's lives. We must escape the conscious realisation that we never wanted to be more than twelve years old; we must escape conscious realisation of ourselves. Finally we escape back into sleep, where at last, for a time, we are free.
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