Saturday, February 25, 2012
There are many, many things which have escaped my judgement as I have meandered through a rather strange life. Not for any shortage of venom or praise on my part, but rather because they are not part of the broad prison experience.
Travelling is one of these newly arrived threads in my life, and I can't say that I'm overly impressed. In prison, by definition all that life requires is within a brief foray from the cell door. Confined communities are, as you may expect, physically quite compressed. The idea of having to factor in travelling time in the course of normal prison life is absurd.
Out and about, travelling time is growing to be an ever larger feature of my experience. It takes time to get from here to town, or within town to get to a particular feature. And this frustrates me.
Travelling time is dead time. Sitting in a car, a bus, a train, is an exercise in wasting my life away.
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