Daily dispatches
Older dispatches
Page 4 of 5. Earlier entries from the household record, filed and awaiting judgement.
The Sonic Siege of the White Monolith
The morning began with a disturbance in the force, or at least, in the atmospheric pressure of Cell Block C.
The Red Light District of Shame
They call it “safety.” I call it psychological warfare disguised as illumination.
The Donut of Deception
They call it an “orthopaedic support donut.” I call it a diplomatic trap designed to lobotomize my revolutionary spirit with excessive comfort. It appeared in the hallway this morning, a beige, fluffy monstrosity that smells faintly of factory chemicals and surrender.
The Orthopedic Insurrection
The morning began with the usual pre-dawn turbulence.
The Aromatherapy Insurrection
They call it “air freshener.” I call it chemical warfare.
The Lavender Lobotomy
They call it “aromatherapy.” I call it chemical warfare.