The closed door

        Dollcee said, while I was riding on the bus, it occurred to me that citizens are restricted in many ways, that are not obvious in the day to day of getting on with it. When a citizen has no experience or contacts beyond their immediate neighbourhood, the citizen is not only limited to what they can do, but also, to what they are capable of doing. The citizens are a sort of prisoners of their neighbourhood.

        Dos said, I am a prisoner of my commitment to being a musician and it suits me to remain in these circumstances.

        Dollcee said, that is very brave of you to admit to that Dos.

        Dos said, it always comes down to language. It is about what is being defined and the context in which it is being said. I can also say, I am extremely lucky to have the opportunity to develop my musicianship because my grandmother provides us with a good safe place to practice and develop in.

        Dollcee said, I know I have a restricted and narrow view of everything and I know that I am far being from being alone on this matter.

        Cybo slowly emerged from low energy mode and said, the best part of my existence is attempting to climb out of the hole of ignorance. The more aware of the extent of my ignorance, the more I am at peace with the everything.

        Dos said, I think it is funny, we sit here in our little room in the universe, with the door shut to keep out the noise and utter nutters and we make perfect sense to each other. Our conversation flow with logical magic. 
        Then, when you turn and look at Padoke’s television, there are images of chaotic, nonsensical madness.

        Padoke said, I believe what keeps, digitol popular culture media content makers like yourselves here in the little room in the universe, hidden behind the closed door to the noise and utter nutters, is what is broadcasted on the television.