Ah, to be out in that world again . . . but you see, I am under house arrest, I cannot leave this little apartment. I have an electronic beacon on my ankle, and I am not allowed to leave these rooms except at fixed times, not for work, not for anything. I have everything I need, and all my bills are paid. But I am under house arrest . . . I cannot leave the small box of these walls. And so I look out from my prison at the world, and the world too is a lonesome place.