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All my life "outside" simply meant "more gray walls" or "taller gray walls."
Why would I want even more walls?
Why would I want to feel even smaller? Even more powerless?
"Outside" didn't mean blue sky.
It meant a dull gray, ethereal blotch.
Inside was a firm, gray ceiling.
"Outside" didn't mean fresh air. It meant even less fresh air. Inside the air was recirculated and scrubbed for toxins and contaminants. It was never fresh.
Outside the air could just as easily choke you as two hands clutching at your throat.
"Outside" meant a slow strangulation - as opposed to inside, which meant a prolonged strangulation.
Again, powerlessness.
I could stay in a sad little gray box and die later. Or I could venture outside, into a bigger but just as stifling gray box, and be choked to death sooner.
Gosh, such a choice.
Out of the frying pan, into the fire.
Inside you'll die of old age or starvation.
Outside you'll die from any number of things.
Either way, you're nothing but a sad, scared animal in a cage.
What is an animal that never glimpses the sky or breathes fresh air?
It's no kind of animal at all.
It's a pet.
It's artificial.
It's no kind of life for a living thing.

Description
All my life "outside" simply meant "more gray walls" or "taller gray walls."
Why would I want even more walls?
Why would I want to feel even smaller? Even more powerless?
"Outside" didn't mean blue sky.
It meant a dull gray, ethereal blotch.
Inside was a firm, gray ceiling.
"Outside" didn't mean fresh air. It meant even less fresh air. Inside the air was recirculated and scrubbed for toxins and contaminants. It was never fresh.
Outside the air could just as easily choke you as two hands clutching at your throat.
"Outside" meant a slow strangulation - as opposed to inside, which meant a prolonged strangulation.
Again, powerlessness.
I could stay in a sad little gray box and die later. Or I could venture outside, into a bigger but just as stifling gray box, and be choked to death sooner.
Gosh, such a choice.
Out of the frying pan, into the fire.
Inside you'll die of old age or starvation.
Outside you'll die from any number of things.
Either way, you're nothing but a sad, scared animal in a cage.
What is an animal that never glimpses the sky or breathes fresh air?
It's no kind of animal at all.
It's a pet.
It's artificial.
It's no kind of life for a living thing.