The Way Out

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I have to get out.  Panic.  Disorientation.  So overwhelmed, frustrated, cast-down.  Absolute hopelessness. 

Coded symbols.  What do they mean?  Will they lead me to Oopsland?  I keep seeing these symbols in various areas around the city.  On the corner of the building as I rode the train.  On the sidewalk in the park.  Another on the menu at a restaurant.  The coded symbols were only things other people whispered about.  I had never seen them before.  Now I am seeing them almost daily.  I have asked some trusted people what they mean, could it be Oopsland?  I’m very careful and I always whisper because getting caught talking about Oopsland would mean severe punishment.

I have finally been told how to indicate your desire to immigrate to Oopsland.   It took a lot of effort to get this information.  I had to really want it.  But finally someone trusted me enough.  Trusted that I wasn’t secretly a Watcher.  Finally, I learned that there is an orange bench, in a park on the west side of the city.  The bench has a bird painted on the back.  Go to the bench 4 days in a row and sit for exactly 3 minutes.  On the 5th day there will be a person who sits down beside me and comments on the “blue bird”.  I am to reply, “I prefer red birds”.  Then this person will be my guide to get to Oopsland.  The process is slow.  There is a lot to learn.  Only the strong actually make it. 

All I know for sure is I have to get to Oopsland.  There has to be a way out of Perfect Isle.  I can’t live like this anymore.  Day after day, after day.  To the casual observer I go to great effort to appear normal.  I fit in.  I follow the processes of Perfect Isle “perfectly”.  But inside I am dying.  Each day is another cry for freedom.  Another day where I think “there has to be a different way”. 

Dare I hope there could be life outside of Perfect Isle?  A place where people are allowed to learn, to fail, to create?

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