Unimaginable Speed


Last updated 3/28/2022 at 4:22pm

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It was pitch dark. The heat radiating from the walls of the cell wouldn't leave me alone. Sweat dripped off my hairy body. The night moved slowly-as slowly as the walls cooled.

Being in the Administrative Segregation Unit (The Hole), life moves at a snail's pace. There is little to do physically and even less when it's burning hot. Time seems to slow to a stop. A 24-hour day feels like a week; a week is a month and a month is eternity.

During the day the noise from steel doors slamming shut, the rattle of chains, clinking of keys, and voices from others provides a certain rhythm, but when i...

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