No escape

Each fall, I go back to the metro, disconnecting myself from the outside world that cries. But this underwolrd is no funnier, so it means that there's no espace. Conversely, can we say that light is liberty? Going further in this perspective, can we say that knowledge (and then, the act of knowing) frees us from the domination and violence of the world?


Maybe I should continue to ride my bike, outside, because at least there's still the possibility of light. And maybe it's the same thing with the knowledge.