I touched the glass.
They came at 1400 hours. Two orderlies and a woman in a white coat who introduced herself as Dr. Venn. She held a tablet and did not smile. 092124-01-10mu
I wanted to argue. But arguing was what got me here. Three weeks ago, I stood up in a community meeting and said, “The sky is not a ceiling. It is a wound.” That was enough. In the old world, that was poetry. In the new world, it was a symptom. I touched the glass