not all prisons have walls

Driving past the Long Beach port and seeing all the thousands of cargo containers and ships and trucks, it occurs to me that I’m looking at the commerce of the nation. You can’t understand the scale unless you see it, and I become aware of that much more of which I’m unaware, and will never be aware of, without having my ‘boots on the ground’. I’m not walking around down there between containers, filling out manifests or whatever. I think of all the jobs I’ve had and will have and all the jobs I’ll not have and all I won’t possibly learn and know. I think about the horror of having one job – forever doing one thing – the idea takes my breath away and makes me feel like I’m in a hole…