When I was older and lived on the anonymous side of town, I'd find a private hidden room in a forgotten building and simulate a multitude of escapes, but as the years grow younger, the perimeter shrinks. The resources dwindle. And the chair stiffens for the man made now of loose belts who begs, "Adorn me with one more place to dream of cages."
Once there was a queen who built a castle large enough to fit her entire kingdom in it. Every one of her subjects had rooms more spacious than they had ever known. Everyone seemed to have as much space as he or she desired. There was even more space in the castle for her kingdom to grow as big as she wished.
Until the day everyone found out the purpose of the castle, and then it felt like it shrank to the size of a walnut. In fact, she had gotten the idea from the chambers of a walnut she had cracked open once on a lonely night. The queen had corridors, peepholes, and secret doors with which she could access any room whenever she wished. And so she enjoyed slipping into the intimate spaces of her subjects and considered them all her little walnuts, to be watched and visited as she pleased.
She interrupted dinners and interesting conversations. She popped in during heartfelt confessions. She even stepped in on lovemaking a few times. Of course, this angered her subjects but they did not show their anger for the queen had provided them with this place to live and their abandoned villages were in ruins now.
Eventually, though, they stopped paying attention to her spying and did their best not to care about her intrusions anymore. They carried on with their lives because they figured she would eventually too. But the Queen hated this feeling of becoming a ghost in her own castle and found it insulting, so she kicked them all out. And they had to return to their villages and rebuild them. And they bonded from their mutual needs and they vowed to never return to the Queen’s castle again.
Feeling even more like a ghost in her empty castle, she went from village to village to beg them to move back in. Whatever village she visited would empty out. Everyone hid from her. She banged on doors and demanded that they let her in. Not a door opened. And not a subject could be found. So she decided to go back to the castle and get her guards to crack these huts wide open and make them move back in with her. But the guards had moved out of the castle too and she did not know where they had gone either.
All of her servants had disappeared as well. She swore she could hear them in the corridors and sometimes she’d chase after them but never catch them. The empty kingdom felt to her like when a walnut shell gets cracked too hard and all the nuts shoot out and hide in places where they cannot be found even though you know they are there somewhere.