Confinement ... a personal experiment

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Sensory deprivation may be a bit too much but still, the idea of traveling long distances in space in a confined space might prove to be the greatest single challenge of any human being in the 21st Century: I once worked inside a cubicle. Yea. I was one of those types, wearing a white shirt and clean shaven short hair cut, my T-Square in one hand, pencil in the other, drawing on floor plans, putting templates to work as people on occasion, would walk over to the water fountain or coffee machine for a quick break then taking a break myself, for 30 minutes, upstairs to the top floor where the club and outdoor pool on top of The Holiday Inn building, I would glance at the residents of the casual life, the free spirited, rich children of architects, engineers and so forth. I know what it is like to be one of those. For a short time I would look down over the Downtown streets from high up in the observation deck of the Republican Bank tower and at one point I thought about what it would like to live inside this tower? Well, I was working in one for 6 days a week just after leaving college early to seek out the work world, looking for that pie in the sky. But it was not all that glamorous. I would have preferred to have taken that job as an interview person for Faces International, looking at portfolios of all those young and beautiful ladies who wandered into the offices of that place to try to hit it big as a model or actress. I turned that job offer down because I really just wanted my own little space so I could day dream. In retrospect, if I had not been so inclined to live inside a room surrounded by books and music. If only I had branched out beyond the borders of the big city that was Dallas, Texas, 1975. Then one day things changed. I took a ride outside the city and my first destination was from Dallas to Denver and all points between via 287 north with my car as my man cave on wheels. Some ride. I ended up traveling some 5000 miles before returning to Dallas, then going back to that small room full of books, drawings, maps, music and of course, my own little corner of the universe.