fromwww.theguardian.com
2 days agoBlindfolded, I sat down slowly. Then the interrogation began': Iranian Nobel laureate Narges Mohammadi on the torture of solitary confinement
The most delusional element of solitary confinement is time itself. The hands of the clock are gone; day and night pass without measure. Time becomes nothing but a narrow beam of light slipping through the small holes in a metal sheet. I didn't dare take an afternoon nap, because I would lose my grip on time entirely. In the outside world, such a nap might last only minutes but inside the cell, within the confines of my shackled mind, it felt as though years had passed.
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