A mysterious figure living in Maycomb feels like a prisoner trapped by the rumors and myths created about them by the town. While their house shields them from the outside world, they can still hear the constant sounds of judgment and confusion raging outside. Over time, the figure has lost hope that their want for freedom will be realized and wonders if being forgotten in this hateful town would be preferable to continuing as a captive of the stories told about them.
A mysterious figure living in Maycomb feels like a prisoner trapped by the rumors and myths created about them by the town. While their house shields them from the outside world, they can still hear the constant sounds of judgment and confusion raging outside. Over time, the figure has lost hope that their want for freedom will be realized and wonders if being forgotten in this hateful town would be preferable to continuing as a captive of the stories told about them.
A mysterious figure living in Maycomb feels like a prisoner trapped by the rumors and myths created about them by the town. While their house shields them from the outside world, they can still hear the constant sounds of judgment and confusion raging outside. Over time, the figure has lost hope that their want for freedom will be realized and wonders if being forgotten in this hateful town would be preferable to continuing as a captive of the stories told about them.
Surrounded by four walls which shield me from public speculation
Freedom but a distant memory The constant sound of judgement filling the air I am a mystery I am a heathen I am a monster I am but a captive of the myth you have created Rumors which have become equivalent to reality loom over my head My want for freedom has settled, like the dust incasing framed memories on my mantel The leaves start changing as fall approaches, I begin to wonder if maybe I am a monster The flicker of the fire remind me of life and happiness, something I have not felt in a long time My house is in the eye of an ever swirling storm, sitting silently and resolutely Howls of hatred and fear and confusion rage outside But I am safely tucked away Lost in memories of what used to be, content to stay in their comforting embrace The hope that I once had is fading away Seen as no more than a shadow hanging over Maycomb
Slowly fading away into a distant memory
Yet, would being forgotten in this hateful world be a bad thing? Immediately knowing my answer, I get up to close my curtains.
SWANN'S WAY (Modern Classics Series): In Search of Lost Time (Du Côté De Chez Swann) - Philosophical and Aesthetic Masterpiece that Titillated Even Virginia Woolf's Desire for Expression
Swann's Way: In Search of Lost Time (Du Côté De Chez Swann) - Philosophical and Aesthetic Masterpiece that Titillated Even Virginia Woolf's Desire for Expression