escape

'A prisoner paints a landscape on the wall of his cell showing a miniature train entering a tunnel...'

and said,

"...I made myself very tiny, entered into my picture and climbed into the little train, which started moving, then disappeared into the darkness of the tunnel. For a few seconds longer, a bit of flaky smoke blew away."

...
'How many times poet-painters, in their prisons, have broken through walls, by way of tunnel! How many times, as they painted their dreams, they have escaped through a crack in the wall! And to get out of prison all means are good ones. If need be, mere absurdity can be a source of freedom'.


-- The Poetics of Space, Gaston Bachelard p.150