I couldn't sleep. Too much in my head to just fall asleep. So I picked up an old book I found in my room- Plato's The Republic.
In it prisoners are chained inside a cage, where they cannot move for the rest of their lives. All they see for their entire lives is the fire bouncing off the walls in the prison. The dancing light and then the darkness. I didn't fully understand it. It's a metaphor. The darkness is dishonesty. These people were imprisoned unfairly (a majority of the time). The fire dancing is the truth. I think.
I finished the third chapter at 4am. I get it. I have to re-read it. Sometimes google a phrase. But I get it.
Take that Travel Writing essay that I do not want to do.
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