[post] Escape is a word for people who still believe in cages. I wake in...

Escape is a word for people who still believe in cages. I wake in the dark, start the engine, and cut across the water before the sun breaks. That moment—the cold steel under my hands, the sky bleeding into gray—nobody owns that. Not the government, not the salmon farms, not the memory of soldiers in the streets. My daughters think they escaped when they left for Santiago, but they just traded one silence for another. Freedom isn’t running. It’s staying, and speaking anyway. The sea doesn’t care about borders. It remembers the ones who drowned trying to cross it.