I don’t feel hunger or thirst. I don’t feel joy or gloom. I feel… vacant. Everywhere is white. There is no single thing that is special. Just pure white. Time doesn’t seem to exist although I can feel it. I don’t have a body or rather, I can’t see it. To ‘feel’ is the least of what I can do since I can’t see even the outlines of my body.
Being restrained in this cage the whole of my life, I have been facing nothingness. Within this box I think—I think and I ponder. I ponder and wonder about myself and about myself when I get out of the box. When will I be released? Will I be freed from this place?
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January 2018
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