the prison is more than just a shopping mall. you can watch the football in the garden or go out for Italian. dimly lit restaurants and offices. a chemist and a branch of the bank I need to leave. they’re even selling apartments. if you have the money you can buy a home above the cells they used to hide the monsters and the misperceived. there’s a playground in the courtyard. children hang from monkey bars and ice creams. parents on the bench fall into their phones. there’s coffee inside if they need it. the prison has something for everyone now.
I make friends with an orange cat on the front lawn of the house. he rolls around and melts into my pets as though he knows me and I’m safe. maybe he wants me to stay but I can’t. there’s time to fill and far too much to fit. watch me chase the sun until I nearly miss the tram. I’ll do my best and try to write about the clouds before they pass.
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