The cage is horrible.

I opened the door to mine in 2001 with the intention of understanding what it was, and why it was there.

I just didn’t realise that I was standing inside it at the time, and once I started reading about the experiences of others, I kept seeing me. After that there was no going back, and things happened pretty quickly (about 2 1/2 years end to end).

Now when I encounter the shriveled remains of the cage I look on it with pity, before sweeping it up and dumping it into the recycling.

How did I ever live there?