I got to see this amazing art installation a few years ago and every time I get stuck with a writing project, the imagery explodes right back to mind. So many books, so many ideas, all caged up. (Or censored in other ways, as is the case of the tribute.) It feels the same way inside my brain sometimes. But those locks have a key.

So I go hunting for that key in books, movies, anything that feels inspiring, really. And when I get back to the keyboard: freedom.