You can be trapped like an actor’s trapped in a play. Saying the same stuff, strutting the same struts, standing in the same spots night after night. On a physical, micro-level, everything changes, sure, the inflection of your voice as you speak varies by performance, there’s a hitch in your step one night that wasn’t there the night before, you lose some millions or billions of cells when you exfoliate at the end of the night, but on a real level, from a considered viewpoint, nothing changes. You’re stuck. But there’s some romance in that too, a sense of being set outside, alongside, the main flow of things, in a parenthetical time, your own little epoch.[BUY Escapements, which is awesome]