It’s 9pm and I’m sitting alone in my cell in block nine as I write these lines. I’ve been in solitary confinement for a year now. In fact, I turned 30 here.
The silence has a weight to it, something that presses in on you the longer you sit with it.
It’s 9pm and I’m sitting alone in my cell in block nine as I write these lines. I’ve been in solitary confinement for a year now. In fact, I turned 30 here.
The silence has a weight to it, something that presses in on you the longer you sit with it.