A Declaration of Dependence

What he wrote in a room got darker, he could hardly see the static snow he was printing his mind upon. He knew that there would have to be a change, a mind-shift. His place in his world was becoming precarious. "Next summer" he thought, "I will take my desk and laptop out into the public square." He smiled at the thought of a 'public square' his mind had gone public years ago and perfect squares were hard to find. Yet he knew also he was hiding himself still, his scribblings were like kites spinning in a windstorm. "'I will go and sit outside Walmart, hand out scraps of paper to the patrons as they come and go. When and if they ask me to explain myself I will be forced into a truth not seen in dark rooms. Sometimes one has to be a public curiosity, a square in a round hole in order to find out the right question to ask yourself."