"I was born into a little room, and it is a blessing and a refuge. I was given food, a soft matt to kick back on, a sexy pillow… It’s a new little room - it looks as if someone else has been living in here - I call it "here", if it has a name.
Iron door and a window that don’t open. A bread roll, oats’n honey, tea, and a day all to my own. I do realize, only kings and queens can afford to lay and do nothing all day.
I must have been some kind of a pet in a past life, because I vaugely remember other days like this. 365 x 43 = days like this ALL good, but I do feel this one will be a wee bit better.
— Charles Manson: December, 2011; Solitary Confinement