By Christopher Munroe
If you think about it, in a way we’re all in chains.
Chained by self-imposed obligations to one another, to notions of family and friendship. Chained to jobs we only took to pay student loans we thought we’d need to get jobs better than the ones we were eventually forced to take. Chained by outdated notions of morality.
Yes, we fancy ourselves free, but in a way we’re all in chains.
But in another, more literal way, only you are in chains, here in my soundproof basement.
Now, make yourself comfortable while I head upstairs to fetch my straight razor…