Catherine writes to ask, "What exactly is Cell 144?"
Catherine,
Some nights are too cold to sleep alone. Huddled together in the light of dying days we were a murder of crows; broken wings and all we taught ourselves to fly. I grew up with Elise. We traded the sharp geometries of their world for hidden non euclidean paradises of our own. And when it was torn from us we became a choir of angry voices singing songs of hope.
Julia says the best games can't be won. Like those two kids on the block who played the same game of basketball for four years. There was nothing casual about their game, they played it like their lives were on the line. But they were better players together than they ever would have been alone. She was a witch then, and even as a child she knew how to make it rain, but together we got ourselves into more shit than we'll ever be able to get out of. Thank god for that. She is love of the game, and absolute devotion to this art.
Julia says I saved her soul from an arranged marriage to a life that was not her own. Elise says she'd be dead without me. These are the places from which our magic is born. Out by the calm waters of the reservoir we can reflect, and we each look on our past as individuals and together. Things were simpler then and so we say "Those were the best days of our lives." But we swear a pact that those days shall not remain the best of our lives.
The world is still a pyramid scheme, a hierarchy of needs and wants where what you need will never matter as much as what the folks at the top want. But somehow running away no longer seems like a viable option, so instead we start building among the ruins. You ask "What is Cell 144?" It's what happens when you realize you can't go home, and you can't stay here.
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