Still in quarantine but my eyes are healing. Earlier this afternoon, i woke up from a short nap, perspiring, due to the sudden power outage causing a dead summer quietness in the neighborhood. It’s time like this when a particular persistent question usually swallows me whole mercilessly: “Will I ever escape this town alive? “ This started two years ago after my job regularization in this town - where i spent most of my life. It’s not that I hate this town and all but when you realized that the world is so damn big to travel and explore, you’ll also realized and be paralyzed in fear of the possibility that unknowingly with the passage of time you might noticed late that you will be stuck here forever.