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The Solitary Confinement
Well, remember when I mentioned that inmate2398 and I had some contraband? Well, the officers found everything we were hiding, and my cellmate and I were thrown in solitary confinement for a long time, which is why I didn't say anything else.
But anyway, now that I have a new smuggled cell phone, I can tell you more about prison, and this time the topic will be solitary confinement (also known as the hole by some).
The solitary cell I was in was simple, with a hard bed and a metal toilet. There were no windows, and this time I had a door without windows instead of bars. For a while, I thought this was good because I would have privacy, but I soon realized that it was terrible because it left me in complete isolation. Another detail is that there wasn't much light inside the cell.
As time went by, I practically went crazy being isolated 24 hours a day. I started counting the time by the three meals I received each day. In fact, the meals were one of the worst parts, because I had to eat slop, also known as nutraloaf. At least I had minimal contact with the person delivering the tray.
In short, my time in solitary was boring. I never want to go back there, even though I am again hiding contraband items like this cell phone I am using.
"Some nights, I’m not sure if freedom will still recognize me."
Crazy And Bizarre Festivals Around The World
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Ant update: I have been reprimanded by the royal guards, and sentenced to a day in the pit as punishment for slacking on the job and unauthorized partying. My apologies to The Queen and fellow colony we will be back to digging tomorrow.
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Time in Prison
Since the dawn of mythology, time has always been seen as an absolute and relentless power. Saturn, also known as Chronos in Greek mythology, is the god who devours his own children, a metaphor for the inevitability of time that consumes everything. Chronos created time as an infinite current, a force that shapes life, ages, and destroys, never stopping or looking back.
However, the modern view of time gained new dimensions with Albert Einstein and his Theory of Relativity. Einstein taught us that time is not a straight line but something flexible—it can stretch and shrink, depending on speed and gravity. For some, time passes slowly; for others, too quickly. But one truth remains: we can never go back, only move forward.
It is in this paradox that time becomes more than just a concept—it becomes a lived experience, especially when incarcerated. Time in prison becomes its own entity, a prison within a prison—stretched, endless, relentless. Here, time is a cruel dance between Chronos and relativity, a battle fought daily, minute by minute.
Here’s a gift, some advice, a word of encouragement: the more you fill your time with activities that elevate you as a human being, the faster time passes. This is called the state of flow—that moment when you are so absorbed in what you’re doing that you don’t even notice time passing. I rediscovered my love for reading in prison; I would read a book a day. And I didn’t just read—I realized we consume so little of a book, so I marked the pages I loved most, and when I finished the book, I wrote an essay about it. I still have those writings with me.
I redid high school, studied all the subjects; it was a unique experience to go back and study everything I had learned as a young man, but now in another language. I even asked the prison for a calculator to better follow the math classes, but since there were none available, I did the calculations by hand! I studied personal development, religion, and watched the video “Chasing the Dragon” repeatedly, which shows addicts and ex-addicts and their battles against addiction. It helped me a lot to understand my own methamphetamine addiction and where it could lead me.
I decided to work out and started right there in my cell. Of course, my cellmate laughed at first, but I just didn’t care—I kept going. Slowly, I gained more confidence, and that confidence spread to other areas of my life. Even today, I meditate and do yoga every morning, just as I did in prison. I would wake up before the C.O. called us for breakfast. By the time it was time to serve breakfast, I had already meditated, done yoga, brushed my teeth, changed clothes, and combed my hair.
I did yoga straight on the floor, no mat, no blanket, no blocks. It helped me immensely every day, and I became much more aware of my body. And I didn’t care what others thought. To them, it wasn’t normal. How dare I enjoy that moment in prison when they were all there suffering, with their families suffering outside? I heard that many times. But the truth is, it all comes down to choices. I made mine; they made theirs.
I wrote in my diary every day, about the past, the present, and my hopes and dreams for the future. I wrote stories, fiction, and about the reality of my past. I cried a lot—every month, every week, almost every day. I cried asking for forgiveness, I cried accepting forgiveness, I cried always in gratitude, never asking for anything.
Sometimes, I felt like the day wasn’t long enough for all the activities I wanted to do. I even enjoyed the days we were locked in our cells all day, as it was an opportunity to read uninterrupted. Gradually, I created a routine, added new activities, replaced others, and time went by.
Until, one day, the last day finally arrived.
Filling my time and diving into this state of flow made me see the prison experience differently. The walls no longer felt like they were closing in, and the barred windows no longer stopped my mind from flying and building a better future for myself. I thought about creating a list of goals to achieve after prison, but I wanted something deeper than a simple list. I went to understand the etymology of the word "Meta." The word "Meta" comes from the ancient Greek "μετά" (metá), meaning "beyond," "target," or "purpose." Originally used to denote something that goes beyond the here and now, "Meta" carries the sense of transcending, of seeking something beyond the current point—a goal, a change, an evolution.
Understanding that to reach a goal, one must transcend and change, I wrote down all my goals knowing that, to achieve them, I would have to change my current state. With that understanding and knowing I was imprisoned, I chose to use my time to my advantage, filling it with as much flow as possible.
Encouraging Message:
Never underestimate the power of your time and what you can do with it. Even in the darkest places, it’s you who decides how to fill your days. Find your flow, immerse yourself in what helps you grow, and remember: time doesn’t have to be your enemy; it can be your ally in building a better future. No matter where you are, you are stronger than you think.
Dear friends, I’m writing from TikTok jail. 24 hours locked up is starting to wear on me. I miss making videos where I look completely ridiculous and make a fool of myself. I’ve lost all purpose and meaning in the world….I mean TikTok. I don’t know how I will go on….to create embarrassing content. The most challenging part of prison life is listening to the continuous playing of songs on TikTok that stick in your head for hours on end. If you feel so inclined please petition the governor of TikTok and let him know I’ve been wrongfully convicted. I’m feeling like it’s the Shawshank Redemption and I’ve been placed in the most brutal of all prisons, TikTok. It’s dark here, filled with other prisoners that say crazy things & promote stuff like…..conspiracy theories. Times are tough folks but I’ve mustered up enough strength to let you all know….I’m going to break out of this joint. See you on the other side. And remember, #freemelanie. From: Melanie (aka prisoner # 5678) #cigars #tiktok #jail #prisonlife #cigarsmoker #cigarsofinstagram #annoyingmusic #shawshankredemption #dangeroustimes #struggleisreal #sisteroftheleaf #shadow #helpmeout #freemel (at Bethlehem, Pennsylvania) https://www.instagram.com/p/CSsXGu4sB3f/?utm_medium=tumblr