Avalanche

Most of us spend our adult lives like trapped miners or victims of an avalanche. Whether it's economics, family/social problems or health, we spend our most valuable time surviving in the hope of someday finding our way out of our predicaments. Like the WWI soldier that scribbled 'Flander's Fields' on a piece of paper before getthing himself killed, we make our little notes, our SOS's to the universe, our hallmark cards to ourselves and we make our wishlists.

If, remarkably, we do not invent another avalanche of neurosis, paranoia and fear, we still spend most of our time looking for a vent of fresh air. And even if we find it, others are determined to keep us away from it.

Stowaways, hiding immigrants, living under the floorboards, waiting for the nighttime - where can wander our small space, live briefly the way we would like, while the guards that normally keep us crouching, sleep.