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| White Walls[1999-02-11]The walls are white. The roof is white. The floor is almost white; the nuance is vaguely light-grey. And his own clothes are white. The room is bare. No mirror, no paintings, no shelves, no table, no chair. Only a bed, and the door. They had him locked up last year. No explaination, not anything. They just came to his apartment one afternoon, grabbed him and put him up here. The only thing he could do here, was to think. He couldn't talk to anyone except himself, as the guards that delivered food to him three times a day were ordered not to talk to him. No visitors were allowed to visit him. Or at least, noone ever had. People had warned him before this happened, that his thoughts were dangerous. That he were a source of disturbance in the society because of his what he said. But now they had given him even more time to think... He couldn't quite understand their way of thinking. Then again, maybe they hadn't thought at all before locking him up. Maybe they just locked him up because they panicked? He couldn't tell. The only thing he could do, was to think. |
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