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Blog Entry 40
April 1, 2015
The one thing about prison that really gets old after awhile is the lack of personal space.
The only place to get any solitude around here is the shower or the toilet, neither of which I want to spend an extended amount of time in. Even as I write this, I have three other people in my cube that feel the need to carry on a conversation while I’m obviously trying to write. No matter where you try and hide, someone can – and will – always find you.
The only thing you have to yourself in prison are your thoughts and even those I now share with you. Sometimes I try to simulate my own personal space by putting on my headphones and lying down in my bunk with my eyes closed, pretending to be asleep. I’m so looking forward to being able to close the door to my own apartment and hear nothing but my own breath.
School has been a very challenging experience since oftentimes I cannot find a quiet place to study. But I continue to push on, knowing that soon I will have my own space to study in. It’s some of the most simple things in life, like solitude, that I have missed the most and am so looking forward to.
