Here's what I tell myself: I'm a mime and this town is the invisible box that I only pretend to be stuck in. Its boundaries are wherever I press the flat of my hand. Look, I'm trapped! Look, now I trace a window with my burglar gloves and peek through. Now I lift the window, climb through, and escape. Now I'm juggling. Now I'm dancing. Now the invisible box disappears. It never existed. Ha ha ha.
Booth: Vol. 4
, Article 2.
Available at: http://digitalcommons.butler.edu/booth/vol4/iss7/2