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A year ago, I learned of the term “escapism” and realized how much it applied to my everyday life. The epiphany led to a five-part poem and later, a series of photographs, videos, poems, and paintings collectively titled “Birdsong for the Confined,” birthed from a phase of drowsy eyes and daydreaming, when my way of living became a cage, and I became the “confined.” In my predicament, I discovered that escapism had become a routine and a means of regaining a sense of normalcy. I drifted in and out of the present, losing myself for hours in reveries and then drowning in guilt over it,...