Cracked Glass House Experiment

Imagine being born into the world as a guinea pig. An experiment that as the ‘master’ of this guinea pig, you have a complete rule over to torment. Imagine telling this ’guinea-mouse’ in a glass house, that the very walls were the only thing it could know...Then, the mouse thinking for itself. Imagine every event, situation, life lesson, relationship, experience...All forged in a foundation of glass. Imagine telling this mouse it was free...Yet, keeping a proximity collar attached to its leg and saying it were a bracelet. Imagine this mouse asking questions and getting shamed, mocked, called out for having mad cow disease… When no, it was indeed just a curious mouse in a fabricated house. Fabricated on the highest pillars of propaganda. This mouse wants to go to Fiji. This mouse wants to no longer be held captive. This mouse wants to think and live for itself freely. Not under anymore cracked windows, that can be seen through easily. Imagine this mouse saying; ‘’No more!’’ But only coming to realize, this mouse house is not a house at all. It’s a rattrap...An elaborate, well thought out plan over the span of centuries. To keep rats inside their little hidey hole, glass play pins. This isn’t mind control. This is torture. Practiced. Intent. Bound. Malevolent. Hideous and sad. Why did this mouse need to be put into a rat cage? This mouse ponders the ways of being content with what it’s got, knowing that what it’s got was made from the very fibers Rumpelstiltskin forged. Warts and all.