I don’t feel hunger anymore. All there is is the headache. It crescendos at noon when the sun peaks through the crack in the outer side of the cell and falls upon my face, and usually subdues only hours before I fade into sleep.

I don’t dream much anymore. At least not at night. If i do, all I remember are whispers and screams. Long gone are the narratives my mind used to spin in the quiet hours before dawn.