2006

pdt

wed
sep
13

Asleep . . . from nine last night to one this afternoon, what's that, sixteen hours awash in my own hormones? Any testosterone? Click-ta..tick..chick electrical connections, somewhere there in the dark, no?

The outside physical world has nothing to do with me.

pm
3:19

(Dream) Prison is more oppressive than I ever imagined, and I have no idea why I'm here. I have no memory of my crime. Is it the same with all these other people? Do they know why they're here? The biggest surprise is that prison is coeducational – Dozens of women are here!

We have activities and everything. In some ways prison is more interesting than the outside world. On one of our excursions, we pass a sailboat, whose mast is being brought down for trailer transit, and I realize the futility of telling the ones I'm with I used to race sailboats, or teach sailing. It's obvious none of that matters in prison.

We go on by and file from one activity to another . . . because it's prison . . . Finally, in one room, one from a line of seated people stands up to say something . . . and it's me. (Fin)

3:25