So far, being in solitary has been a nice change of pace, almost like a vacation. It is quiet almost all day, except for the few times that other guys back there yell to each other through the cracks in their door. The sound echoes loudly and wakens me if I'm sleeping. I haven't spoken to anyone other than a guard for the past day and the total number of words I've used can be counted on my hands.
I've spent my time reading., Right now I'm almost finished with On the Road, Jack Kerouac's classic Beat novel. I've read about 200 pages over the past day. If I could keep this pace, I'd finish my stack of books pretty quickly. It's so much easier without distractions, especially the box with the moving pictures.
The food I get is the same as the stuff I would get in the dining ha
ll, except that sometimes I get a lot more. The dessert today was chocolate pudding and I got heaps of it Bless those kitchen workers! Buzz-cut said I had the most stuff of anyone he's ever inventoried that didn't include food. That's from not going to commissary in forever. It seems I'm eating decently regardless.
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