I've wanted somehow to convey to you the sensations - the atmospheric pressure, you might say - of what it is to be seriously a long-term prisoner in an American prison.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I have much to say about the pain I've felt and seen inside of prison. It has been an eye-opening and harrowing experience.
Prison is, indeed, a translation of your metaphysics, ethics, sense of history and whatnot into the compact terms of your daily deportment.
One does not expect to be comfortable in prison. As a matter of fact, one's mental suffering is so much greater than any common physical distress that the latter is almost forgotten.
The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.
People always think about what prison is. What prison really is - it's not a physical challenge, it's mental.
A man man may dwell so long upon a thought that it may take him prisoner.
Prison has a universal fascination. It's a real-life horror story because, given the right set of circumstances, anyone could find themselves behind bars.
After one has been in prison, it is the small things that one appreciates: being able to take a walk whenever one wants, going into a shop and buying a newspaper, speaking or choosing to remain silent. The simple act of being able to control one's person.
On some days in prison you might just need to get out of there, but on some days - not all days, but some - you might be able to see the sky and see the blue in it.
Prison is essentially a shortage of space made up for by a surplus of time; to an inmate, both are palpable.
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