← No mirrors, no windows of course. Nothing fragile. 🔊✎
← They’re showing the chair, the carpet, the window … it’s so empty, a mirror without me. 🔊✎
← Well, well, well, they’ve given her my personal effects. She’s sitting next to the window and she has my jacket in her lap. The jacket with twelve bullet-holes. The blood stains look like rust. The edges of the holes are rusty. 🔊✎
← They’ve rented it out. The windows are wide open, a man is sitting on my bed. They’ve rented it out! They’ve rented it out! Oh, come in, come in, don’t mind me. 🔊✎
← Come on, everyone knows I chucked the brat out of the window. That crystal’s been smashed to bits and I don’t give a fuck about it. 🔊✎
← Gomez is at the paper. They’ve closed the windows, it’s winter. Six months. It’s six months since I … 🔊✎
← I paced round my cell, all night, all day. From the window to the door, from the door to the window. I spied on myself. I tracked my movements. It feels like I spent a whole life cross-examining myself, but all I found was what I’d done. 🔊✎