An Ugly Privilege
Rzan
Beautiful as a painting, just like a normal life could be, only to be shut in by marred, disfigured frames.
This is my daily view in my elite university dorm, where I study what is not my dream. You'd think I'm so lucky to have this, every day walking a minute to the beach, enjoying the breeze, and university life.
The truth is, I feel suffocated; I cannot simply open that window or clear its shelf of those rags and sponges. I cannot simply walk down and live that pretty view. The window frame and rags are glued there because I keep telling myself I have things to do.
They'll never move. I wish they weren't there in the first place. I spent a decade of my youth like this, wishing for clean shelfed, frameless windows so I could reach what's beyond.