I’ve wanted somehow to convey to you the sensations – the atmospheric pressure, you might say – of what it is to be seriously a long-term prisoner in an American prison.
Because there is something helpless and weak and innocent – something like an infant – deep inside us all that really suffers in ways we would never permit an insect to suffer.
I have been desperate to escape for so many years now, it is routine for me to try to escape.
As long as I am nothing but a ghost of the civil dead, I can do nothing.