I'd like to see plans of prisons and imagine how we could turn them into retreat centers. We'll need to break the walls and build bigger windows. Bring some plants in there. We'll need a song for the day when the last prison is abolished. Headlines for the future.

We are being reminded of this in many more subtle or obvious ways. "Solitary confinement makes your body the property of the state. [..] Most of the accounts I read or heard, especially from those who spent more than 30 consecutive days confined, had one thing in common: there were moments at which inmates lost the ability to determine where their body ended and the world (or, specifically, the state) began."

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