a self-portrait

Inside of the shoebox was a spider. The spider had only known the shoebox, and the shoebox had never opened itself for the spider. The spider thrived in the shoebox, relished in its efficacies and materials, until one day when the spider saw that the shoebox was a shoebox. The spider moved toward the edge of the shoebox and pushed its delicate body against the cardboard. The spider felt a sensation and was suddenly overwhelmed with knowledge and curiosity as it saw the gauntness of thriving and relishing. The spider knew, believed, understood that there was something unimaginable beyond the cardboard, the only thing that could bring genuine fulfillment, meaning, purpose. The efficacies and materials scoffed at the spider and began to stifle it. The spider struggles. The spider believes. The spider is still in the shoebox.