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What Does ‘Freedom’ Mean to Me? Writing Silly Nonsense, Stupid Horse Face
Whilst in mid-gallop, as I reach a cliff edge, I would like to take flight and glide majestically over the fields and lakes below
Potato underpants treetop river gusset. That sentence made no sense, but it got your attention, right? And I was completely free to write it. OR WAS I?
Related article: Do We Have Free Will? Almost Certainly Not
Anyway, I’m writing this in response to the writing prompt “What does ‘freedom’ mean to you?”
I started my first draft by doing a brain dump of my initial thoughts about freedom. Then I wanted to spice it up a bit by going a bit crazy. After all, I am free to write whatever I want on Medium as long as I don’t commit any crimes or say anything offensive.
I mean, I could say “your mother is a horse.” You can’t really be offended because:
- I don’t know you.
- It doesn’t make any sense.
If she was a horse, that would mean you’re a horse too, and how can a horse type with hooves? Even with voice recognition software, all you’d get is “Neigh neigh neigh…”
