A profound feature of confinement is the instrument of constriction. To be imprisoned would appear to be a greatly more sinister fate than to be embraced, or wrapped in the womb, or held in blanket, wrapped in a bedroll, blanketed in a fog, enshrouded in silence...
If the space that in which you are confined is a range, that is to say a space of territory that you can largely move about without restriction (excepting for the restrictions placed on us by gross legality) it is more perilous to say that we are patently constricted. The edge of those spaces are rubbery walls that offer resistance, but are not without somewhat permeable membranes. You can pass out of them, into the borderlands for times, and pass back into them, but you can stay outside of your range basically for a length of time equaling the amount of material you have on hand combined with your agenda in regards to your social and personal contracts. Thus, free range space, the space beyond confined space, is inaccessible as long as the center of the hub for you life is rooted in space.
Space is big. The long years of my youth were spent in the borderland places of growing or contracting metropolitan areas (or in the far flung exurbs). The space I occupied, therefore was vast; an area comprising the best parts of the Interstate 65 corridor. A huge space and a huge fence. Now to set my center hub beyond this existing space. But where? And what can be topography?
Would this count?
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