Day 33- It has been over a month now that I have been trapped in this cell. There is no room to stand up or lie down so I am forced to remain in this cramped position with my knees around my ears. I have decided to keep this journal now to keep my mind active or I am likely to go insane. I have tried to be strong but with each passing day it grows more difficult.
Day 34- I feel as though there is a weight upon me all the time. As though the universe itself were sitting on me. I have tried to make contact with my neighbours but there has been no answer. Either I am alone or they have given up all hope. I do not know which I fear most.
Day 35- I have begun to feel restless of late and I can swear my cell is growing smaller. I don’t know how much longer I can take this. Perhaps it is time for a do or die escape? Death could not be worse than this solitude.
Day 36- Success! I have freed myself from solitary! It turned out I had neighbours after all and, unbeknownst to any of us, we all attempted escape on the same day. We are now housed in a more open yard with a large gaoler who insists on vomiting into our mouths. I can see the world on the other side of the fence. Little does this gaoler know that her attempts at belittling us are, in fact, making us stronger. Soon we will escape this new prison and be free from all confinement. We will soar!