Exit strategies lurk like plot twists. Some leave with fanfare, others with the quiet of a curtain falling. I rehearse my own: apologies, paperwork, the rehearsed humility of a man who knows his future will not be a single scene but a long, uncertain series. My prison script ends not with a tidy resolution but with an index of continuations—people to visit, letters to write, skills to keep sharpening, the steady work of rebuilding.
Exit strategies lurk like plot twists. Some leave with fanfare, others with the quiet of a curtain falling. I rehearse my own: apologies, paperwork, the rehearsed humility of a man who knows his future will not be a single scene but a long, uncertain series. My prison script ends not with a tidy resolution but with an index of continuations—people to visit, letters to write, skills to keep sharpening, the steady work of rebuilding.