I haven't seen anyone since I came here. I'm not sure how long it's been, there's no way to tell the time. The lights in my cell go out every 16 hours or so, or at least that's how it feels. Again, I'm not sure. The cell is pretty empty. There's a bunk in the corner, and my papers across the floor. There's a dor in the opposite corner without a handle, only a small window and a slot where I get my food, paper, and graphite for my mechanical pencil. The slot opens and another ream of paper gets sent through. I 've stopped checking to see if someone's there. There never is. I don't know how they know what I need and when, they probably have a camera in here or something, but I haven't found it. I've tried watching for whoever comes to deliver my things, but they never come until I look away. So through all this, I sit and write. It's not such a bad life, really, and mabe someday I'll return to the outside world, but until I sit and write. Just sit and write.

Tunes: "Kiss Me, Diss Me", Home Grown; "Remote Control", Beastie Boys; "Lay It Down", Aerosmith; "Red Rain", Peter Gabriel.