We live in cages. Their bars are made of our duties, desires, addictions. We continuously seek a way to escape. In our way we may find traces left by people that walked on that path before us. People we actually know nothing about, despite our assumptions. Some of those traces lead to the right direction, others go to dead ends. To distinguish between them it remains utterly awkward. Every now and then we meet other people. We don't know where they come from or where they are heading. Some of them help us, other hinder us, but most of them remain simple strangers we barely interact with. We know that there is only one end of our journey, yet that end remains forever unknown. The only thing that leads us is hope.
