There are various kinds of imprisonment. There's the literal kind (Borstal, wormwood scrubs etc) that I have never seen the inside of, but perhaps should have done after the TK Maxx theft episode. As far as I'm aware, they are important because they keep my friend Lyndsey's husband in gainful employment, give the news something to complain about the overcrowding of (besides Britain itself), provide young men with a place to learn meditation and handicrafts. They also inspire excellent films like The Great Escape and Shawshank Redemption.
Metaphorical prisons, on the other hand, I have had more experience with. These are the types of prisons religion warn you against, the types which this world is, tragically, littered with. Dodgy marriages, sub-prime mortgages, old people's homes. The stuff of life, in fact. Perhaps that's it - life is about jumping between a series of prisons which one either chooses to stay in or chooses to struggle free from, even if that means one is eventually led back to the prison with marriage counselling, new contracts with bank managers, or nurses in scrubs saying, come back inside now, time for Horlicks.
Perhaps that's it. The importance of imprisonment is that it gives us an opportunity for a startling, firey, all-guns-blazing attempts at escape. *Turns face to the sky and feels the rain*
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