I may be able to spot arrowheads on the desert but a refrigerator is a jungle in which I am easily lost.
At 20, 25, 30, we begin to realise that the possibilities of escape are getting fewer. We have jobs, children, partners, debts. This is the part of us to which literary fiction speaks.
In the democracy of the dead all men at last are equal. There is neither rank nor station nor prerogative in the republic of the grave.