The Puppeteer's diary ~ 39 ~
Though I've tried to pick the walls with sharpened spoon, too. Desire to escape from the cell is so strong, that you stop thinking. Then I was sent to segregation for the first time. How many times did I get there? Special conditions were brought in especially for me, bypassing all the rules. Darkness, silence, emptiness. As two centuries ago. Now I'm smiling - they simply didn't know what to do. And I know what to do with you, puppet...
