When you’re in prison there is not day or night. The cell lights are always on. Especially if you are in solitary confinement. You no longer know what time it is. Having he benefit of the dark is a privilege that is at the discretion of your warders. After all, you are dangerous. Dangerous to others and of course dangerous to yourself. Everything about you is so dangerous that it must be taken away once it is found. The cell is searched regularly. All unexpected behaviors are rigorously searched and removed by the usual little tricks of disrupting whatever form of routine that you yourself have devised Put a blanket over your head and they take it away. Sing long and hard and a team of men pin you to the ground gag you and hog tie you down. Walk around in the nude in your cell and after a while they take you out of it and forcefully clothe you. Stop eating and sooner than later a tube is forced down your throat. Everything has an opposite. It is not long before you learn the rule that most hardened cons know of not moving or breathing or showing any detectable signs of life. Just going through the motions like a robot. Go along to get along they say. What has this to do with anyone else one might say. And I say nothing. “Because?” You might respond. And I say nothing. “Then why was it said?” And once again, I say nothing. Life goes on.
It’s All Because.