You always saw yourself as superior. So you placed yourself on the outside.
Ex centrum. From the center, walking away. Why would the rules apply to you?
You could think for yourself. You created your own universe. Trapped in your own brain’s skull, how could you know anything else?
No one could force you into something you didn’t understand. Your fearlessness!
You were so fragile. Bound by nothing.
Behind the blinds, stained by disgust and contempt, you were waiting for salt, water, glands; you had stopped crying a long time ago. The colour of the houses gnawed in your capillaries. Hunger had a built-in meaning.
You could never throw away anything. Not memories, nothing.