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As usual, my days are filled with skepticism. Today, I realized I may never see most of those I once knew again. (October 15, 1995) Apparently, prisoners often have dreams about factory duty. But mine, even now, seem limited to my days on the run… My dreams are square. There’s a metallic-like rigid frame, and dreams appear within it. What’s more, there’s a pattern to these dreams. If I step outside the frame, I can become "free." But I always end up getting caught in the snow, sand, or mud. And I can’t run fast enough. (As I’m quietly seething over the situation, the detective who’s after me approaches. And the eyes of bystanders suddenly sharpen. But when I start moaning, I suddenly wake up, and am relieved to find I’m in jail. (August 29, 1999) The daily routine here is so hectic, prisoners don’t even have time to think deeply. Once you get used to it, even when you're half asleep, your body obediently responds to commands. Rather, some find it easier not to think about anything at all. In this way, prisoners live their daily lives as if working on an assembly line. (Sept 5, 1999) People often misunderstand the inside of the prison walls as a place of repentance and rehabilitation of criminals. There is no such system anywhere. The purpose of the system is forced labor. (Sept 12, 1999)
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