Her mind was grid-like and grid locked. Each thought was stored in its own labelled memory box. Love had been sub-divided into success, failure, destructive and potential. Her rigid work ethic and obsession with order was genetic. It had been Imprinted on her psyche before her birth and systematically applied at school, university and now work, but deep within the web of her mind she knew was woven a thread of anarchy. The desire to bend the framework and cut the bonds that held her creative being in a vice of routine and obligation.
The sun was shining through her office window. It had managed to break through the grey city cloud barrier as if it was coming to rescue her. Its rays were her golden key to freedom. Iris turned off her computer, took off her ear phones and sat waiting. Her world hadn’t imploded. She finally understood that her mental capacity was more powerful than the atom-smashing Large Hadron Collider. She could change the geometry of her life. She picked up her bag, and headed for the Exit sign: hope directing her towards an unfettered and reshaped life.