I could feel the compression from your words. I would not have done well. My claustrophobia would have done me in unless I could find the anger inside me to not let them win.
I may never have read such a great description of solitary confinement before.
The cubic construct of prisons walls and shadowed dimensions… they sure shake up one's foundations. Never is prison an ideal situation. It steals much from a person's frame of reference and soul. What runs simultaneous to solitary confinement, it gifted you opportunity. Something extraordinary. Introspection of self (unpack memories/life). Opportunity to dive deep inside of your writing. Unfolding more layers of your creativity that had been concealed. Waiting for you to unlock a voice lit with a new language shared.
We can be so horribly inhumane to each other that sometimes it just levels me. I'm glad you had books. And I'm glad you're here, writing. Setting an example every time you write. Because you do. :)
I could feel the compression from your words. I would not have done well. My claustrophobia would have done me in unless I could find the anger inside me to not let them win.
I may never have read such a great description of solitary confinement before.
The cubic construct of prisons walls and shadowed dimensions… they sure shake up one's foundations. Never is prison an ideal situation. It steals much from a person's frame of reference and soul. What runs simultaneous to solitary confinement, it gifted you opportunity. Something extraordinary. Introspection of self (unpack memories/life). Opportunity to dive deep inside of your writing. Unfolding more layers of your creativity that had been concealed. Waiting for you to unlock a voice lit with a new language shared.
"man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow;"
~ Mary Shelley (Frankenstein)
We can be so horribly inhumane to each other that sometimes it just levels me. I'm glad you had books. And I'm glad you're here, writing. Setting an example every time you write. Because you do. :)