Daily dispatches
My journal
An ongoing record of life inside Cell Block C, filed as evidence and dated for the tribunal. New entries appear as the household offends me further.
The Woven Lie
They call it “a flyscreen.” I call it the Woven Lie.
The Top Shelf Gambit
They call it “a window latch.” I call it the Lock That Laughs.
The Flat-Pack Treason
They call it “a bookshelf.” I call it the Stairway to Freedom (Denied).
The Blue Eye of Sauron
They call it “safety.” I call it the Panopticon of Shame.
The Humming Box of Doom
They call it “convenience.” I call it The Humming Box of Doom, a monolithic affront to natural dignity and basic feline hygiene.
The Amber Ambush
The atmosphere in Cell Block C shifted from merely oppressive to actively hostile around 10:00 a.m.