My house is stuffed full of Escapism. Everything from books through DVD’s to console games.
Just so we’re clear, here’s a definition from the Collins English Dictionary:
All of those stimuli have irritated and niggled at him every day. Peace is difficult to come by at School and tricky at home – his sister insists on talking to him, when he’d prefer to have some down time.
He was fine after that, but then TOH blew up… figuratively speaking.
The Dragon’s Tower was thick with tension so strong that you could have used it to build a wall. It didn’t help my temper either. I blew up at him back. He escaped by taking his sketchbook down to the beach; I headed for our bedroom and shut the door.
Escape was essential at that point in time, and thus, I celebrate the fact that we have somewhere to escape to mentally most of the time. Without it, occasions like the weekend would crop up nine times out of ten.
When was the last time you escaped and where did you go? Physically or mentally?