This is currently what you see coming into my room.
IN CASE OF FIRE OR EMERGENCY, PAINT YOUR WAY OUT.
For example, say you are stuck in a concrete walled room with nothing but a saw and a table. How do you get out?
Answer: you cut the table in two. Two halves make a hole, and you crawl through. Simple.
But lets be serious. Let's say you've been locked in a tower for eighteen years. How do you escape?
Or better yet, say you're Lindsey Stirling stuck in a tower with nothing but a violin and a bunch of lightbulbs.
Aw, no one's watching anyway. What else are you gonna do?
Sing your heart out, that's what.
Say maybe you're a Minstrel Boy gone to war with nothing but a sword and a harp.
The Minstrel Boy to the war is gone
In the ranks of death you will find him
His father's sword he hath girded on
And his wild harp slung behind him
"Land of Song!" cried the warrior bard
Tho' all the world betrays thee
One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard
One faithful harp shall praise thee!
The minstrel fell! But the foeman's chain
Could not bring that proud soul under
The harp he loved never spoke again
For he tore its chords asunder
And said "No chains shall sully thee!
Thou soul of love and brav'ry!
Thy songs were made for the pure and free
They shall never sound in slavery!
Oh my gosh this is my favorite song in the whole world. So, so freeing. Every word is beautiful.
Life is tough folks. Paint your way out.
-The Minstrel Boy