I am presented with two possible destinations, the left door and the right door. The narrator of my life claims I went through the right one, my rebelliousness claims that I went to the left, my curiosity questioned the linearity and limitation of only two choices. In the end, I was petrified and ended up trapped in this cubicle of thoughts. Would I have made the wrong choice if I had tried? Would it have been wrong to simply follow the script? Was I wrong to question the strings that moved me? Perhaps if I had been ignorant it would have ended sooner, perhaps if I had been rebellious it would have ended in an enlightening way, perhaps if I had been curious it would have ended in the best way. So I leave the room through the window with Ignorant and rebellious thoughts, troubled by curiosity. —Mv