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The "How do I love thee" thread made me start thinking about my 6 months in Kingston and for some reason I can't help but think of those long, long days.
Firstly anyone who thinks a Maximum security jail is anything but the worst of the worst places is dead wrong. Not only is there absolutely no sense of security at all(You're in there with the worst of the worst and they all tend to be angry) but the sense of confinement is utterly brutal. You can't actually believe what it feels like to have such little freedom in life. It's the metaphorical equiv of living your whole life in a dark coffin with a lot of mean, scary people. It reduced me to tears almost every single night.
I'll be coming back here with more thoughts tonight. Just ramblings though. Things I want to process. Pay no attention.
Firstly anyone who thinks a Maximum security jail is anything but the worst of the worst places is dead wrong. Not only is there absolutely no sense of security at all(You're in there with the worst of the worst and they all tend to be angry) but the sense of confinement is utterly brutal. You can't actually believe what it feels like to have such little freedom in life. It's the metaphorical equiv of living your whole life in a dark coffin with a lot of mean, scary people. It reduced me to tears almost every single night.
I'll be coming back here with more thoughts tonight. Just ramblings though. Things I want to process. Pay no attention.