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?