enter ovenbird “When you’re young, you think life is a string of choices. It’s either you choose this door or the other door, or jump out of the window. You don’t realize that most of what’ll happen to you is because of other people’s choices. There’s a door already opened for you, so you walk straight through it, and you wonder how you wound up on the fire escape. That’s life, I’m telling you. Don’t bother getting older. Art’s the only way I’ve ever had of making any sense of it.” —From Seascraper by Benjamin Wood ——————————————————- And sometimes there’s a hidden door. One left ajar by those who decided there might be other ways to live, who took up their hammers and chisels and picked away at stone walls until a gap opened and the smallest among them began to squeeze through. And one day you see the slimmest strand of light showing you where the doorframe is, and you get your fingers into the gap and pull it open and enter before anyone can even think to stop you. And you find yourself somewhere you never expected to be and it’s wondrous and new and impossible and even though you’ve been an adult for decades you keep expecting someone in authority to show up and send everyone home. You don’t want to go home. You know if you do you’ll never find this place again. You were never supposed to be here in the first place and every day your ears strain, waiting for the sound of sirens. 260711 what's it to you? who go blather from