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112 pages, Hardcover
First published June 3, 2013
Later, after I was arrested and confined in this cell, I was afraid I would go mad, so small was it, so featureless and dark. I cried in the night. When I slept I dreamed I was being crushed. So I began to move my memories, to place them round the cell, in the cracks of the floor, on the rusty handle of the slop bucket. By rights, such a small room could not serve the purpose. But I gave each spot a meaning, and as I populated it with things I have been given to remember, the cell began to grow. It was like pushing the walls outwards with my hands. Now it has expanded to the horizon. To me, it is as grand as a power station. (9)