Day 2057, outside. Day's pictures, Poetry Slide film, 1996, Utrecht – the Netherlands Are we not all sitting in a cage a cage made of used to’s and I cant’s ~ I open my bird’s cage every day most of the time they choose to fly for a little while ~ I think my cage has been opened I sure have felt like I could fly forever maybe it’s been open all the time but to be honest I never really dared to look for that little door to my outsideShare this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related