A blue thobe in one size, by Hiva Nabi

I suppose that the inner world is an alternative to our loss of the outer world. The rule states that we live outside and for the outside, that we think while walking, that we contemplate while moving, that we build our lives while interacting with its things simply, with stone, trees, grass, wood, and iron, with sidewalks, buildings, and different people. As for the exception, it is that we are forced to substitute what we are deprived of outside with the inner world, a world of closed walls, ideas, imaginations, and extended gel-like substance. Therefore, criminals are imprisoned. If the inner world were not deprivation, then criminals, madmen, fools, and deformed people would not be punished with it. All that we want to push back, we hold and lock away, and thus women have always been pushed back. They are held inside for many reasons, then labeled as narrow-minded and limited. The arrangements of the world are easier than we think: we hold you and then label you as weak and fragile, even making you a suspicion if we feel like it.