Voyage Around My Cell

Fascinating! I need to read more of that

Thank you for sharing this.

> Sometimes a fit of longing is so acute you feel your lungs cracking, as if a creature inside wants to break out of you. It feels as if you’re dying. At such times, you have to move about in order to escape from the creature.

> If it’s daytime you go out to the courtyard. You walk and walk and walk. For hours. Until you calm down.

> But what if it happens at night? You have no place to go, no place to walk, no place to move. You have to sit in a chair. The doors are locked. Those are the hardest hours of the voyage around my cell.