Most important, you learn never to trust a man, even if he seems honest and sincere. You learn how men deceive themselves and how impossible it is to help them without injuring yourself.
This world is nothing. An illusion. Death is the release.
I find it painful and angering to look in a mirror.
Imagine a thousand more such daily intrusions in your life, every hour and minute of every day, and you can grasp the source of this paranoia, this anger that could consume me at any moment if I lost control.
That is how prison is tearing me up inside. It hurts every day. Every day takes me further from my life.
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.
When they talk of ghosts of the dead who wander in the night with things still undone in life, they approximate my subjective experience of this life.
Paranoia is an illness I contracted in institutions. It is not the reason for my sentences to reform school and prison. It is the effect, not the cause.
I feel that if I ever did adjust to prison, I could by that alone never adjust to society.
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.
My eyes, my brain seek out escape routes wherever I am sent.
As long as I am nothing but a ghost of the civil dead, I can do nothing.
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.
One morning I woke up and was plunged into psychological shock. I had forgotten I was free.
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