Wednesday, April 4, 2012
A curse that disproportionately afflicts Lifers, where we can all too easily connect diverse events and see a malign pattern of decisions or events amongst our keepers - aimed at us. This is mostly the result of an absence of information, an outgrowth of powerlessness.
But the day after I arrived I went to pick up a letter. Before I'd even reached for my ID card, the screw in charge said, "Here you are, Mr Gunn."
In a nick with a population of over 500 and mere hours after arrival, the mail screw knew my name and my face. Worrying.