July 18, 2018

July 18, 2018

A paradox of prison.

Even though we’re locked in a cage, crammed together with hundreds of people in a small space, lacking all privacy, never alone, I pass people on the tier and see in their eyes a desolate hollowness. I realize that despite being in constant company, each and every one of us feels hopelessly isolated and desperately alone. Locked away in towers of self-imposed seclusion, we have hardened ourselves to survive, built walls to protect ourselves from our own humanity, for fear it will make us weak, and behind these stout walls we sit, aching in our solitude, yearning for a genuine human connection.