macserp

When Heidi calls out to me from the hall I am already out the window clinging to a chink in the brick and an old copper drainpipe. My next move will put me beyond the safety net but right now I can still go back. I am weighing those odds against my embarrassment when Heidi raps discreetly on the door.

But don't you get lonely baby? Yes. And you stand tongue-tied at the edge of this strange world and you listen. And then you start to talk to that man you've been carrying around on your back, your double. This is freedom if you can handle it. Those who have trouble are the ones who think freedom is something else, who equate it with spending, going out to the movies, any movie, fast food at your fingertips, your choice of tires and beer and toilet paper. Freedom is not needing any of it. Just going up and down like Job said. But we've all gotten the speech before - at some time or another someone has laid it on us - from Buddha to Madonna and as usual it rings empty in our ears.