Every day on my walk from the tram stop to the classroom I pass by a wall with a message on in in spraypaint. And every day I pass it, I find myself wanting to take a picture of it but don't for fear of taking my camera out and looking like a tourist.
The sentence is simple: Ovrez une école vous fermerez une prison. Open a school, close a prison.
Today as I walked to the tram stop after my French history class, I decided it was time for me to break free from my self-imposed prison and finally take a picture of the wall that's captured my attention so often. After the picture was taken and I pressed the power button on my camera I noticed a girl standing not far from me, also with camera in hand.
In not taking that picture I've forced myself to live in a prison of my own making for the past five weeks. And for what - so I could appear to be less of a tourist in front of people who will not remember me after I have left four months from now?
I wonder how much of my life I live in a prison of my own making. Probably more than I would ever care to admit...
The sentence is simple: Ovrez une école vous fermerez une prison. Open a school, close a prison.
Today as I walked to the tram stop after my French history class, I decided it was time for me to break free from my self-imposed prison and finally take a picture of the wall that's captured my attention so often. After the picture was taken and I pressed the power button on my camera I noticed a girl standing not far from me, also with camera in hand.
In not taking that picture I've forced myself to live in a prison of my own making for the past five weeks. And for what - so I could appear to be less of a tourist in front of people who will not remember me after I have left four months from now?
I wonder how much of my life I live in a prison of my own making. Probably more than I would ever care to admit...
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