I feel like I should explain why my Travels of a Virtual Nomad has been suspended.
A while ago I wrote about being moved from a cell with a view of most of Wakefield city to one with only a brick wall outside of the window and I said that the next step would probably be the dungeon.
Well, I’m now in the dungeon. At least I’m in the segregation unit (which pretty much equates to the same thing.)
I’m reading “Darkness at noon” at the moment, which is a story about solitary confinement.
Don’t let all your hard work go to waste, stay strong and true to yourself