something claws in his heart. aching, longing. but why? he is the bird. the world is his sky. and yet, he remains flightless. but why? finally he is free. the cage door is wide open. but he does not fly. we no longer ask why. we know. https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/853234/?page=1#post-8848028 music is room where it happens / my shot, both from hamilton.
