ESCAPE: THE GOOD, THE BAD, THE DISTURBING
Escape. A word that stirs up an endless array of meanings, both at a standard level and a deeply personal one. The mere sound of it whispered softly in one’s ear can ignite the senses of sight and sound propelling us down a road of movie credits, song lyrics, and novels – each a story all its own.
EACH A STORY ALL OUR OWN.
As I sit here eyes on my computer screen ready to share my thoughts on this week’s photo challenge: Escape, I realize for many the computer screen is a form of escape…a portal by which we connect with others through a social media peephole of photos, status updates, pins, blogs, and tweets.
For myself as a writer it is a common means of escape. The irony isn’t lost on me as my fingers fly across the keys, rushing to free the words in my head.
My own surroundings – ocean waves crashing the shore and a vision of blue waters as far as the eye can see – there are those who would consider this very setting an escape.
The runner whose escape begins the moment she ties her running shoes and heads out the door, each mile taking her across more than just a physical distance.
Images flood my mind of prisons – the physical, the mental, and the emotional cells that hold us prisoner against our will.
A former athlete confined to a wheelchair.
An addict held hostage by the blinding need for another hit.
A young mother trapped in the vicious cycle of an abusive marriage.
A mental health patient stuck in a system of doctors, diagnoses, treatments.
A celebrity smothered in the adoration and attention of overzealous fans.
And, then there are those images that need no words…themselves a disturbing depiction of the word ESCAPE.
If I haven’t scared you off, tell me what good, bad, or disturbing comes to mind when you hear the word escape?