The other inmates stand in a long straight line, flanked by guards, and I am dragged past them. I do not respect them, because they will not run – will not try to escape.
The part of me which wanders through my mind and never sees or feels actual objects, but which lives in and moves through my passions and my emotions, experiences this world as a horrible nightmare.
There was never sufficient evidence presented at my trial to support a finding of intent to kill.
One morning I woke up and was plunged into psychological shock. I had forgotten I was free.
I find it painful and angering to look in a mirror.
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