by 739 Lyfe
This is not a story about escape. It follows an unnamed narrator moving through ordinary moments—conversations, memories, silences—while quietly observing the invisible structures that shape his inner life. Shame, expectation, self-awareness, and inherited fear form the bars of a cage that is never named but always felt. The narrative drifts between reflection and detachment, blurring the line between sincerity and performance. What is remembered may not be true. What is confessed may be rehearsed. The reader is left to question whether the cage is imposed from outside, built from within, or accepted without resistance. We All Live In Cages is a psychological fiction about isolation in plain sight, the masks people learn to survive, and the quiet violence of understanding oneself too clearly.
