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Survival


Fire escapes are useless —until there’s a fire. But what is a fire? Is it just that spark from a match? Is it just that orangey thing that takes away lives and perishes possessions and consumes memories? Well, yes, that’s a fire… But, a fire isn’t always seen… Sometimes, a fire is inside us. It’s that thing that burns our insides, makes us angry with passion, and rage, and a number of not-so-wonderful things… And, sometimes, this fire manifests like: when love abuses us, or when our parents argue, or when someone betrays us, or when the world spits on us, and we need an escape. Fire escapes are useless —until there’s a fire. And, there’s always a fire.
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