What begins as a strange walk through a train museum becomes something much deeper—an unmarked map of the self. Curated by someone who once helped me find my voice, this dream wasn’t just memory. It was movement. Misdirection. And a confrontation with power disguised as silence.

I flew through houses that weren’t homes.

I tried to call out and got called something else.

And still—there was a way through.

This episode is about being seen, about refusing shame,

and about learning that the way out was never locked.

It was always me.

I dedicate this episode to John R.