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His real sentence was a sentence to meaninglessness. The purpose of every activity was the passage of time. In the free world, time was measured in accomplishments. Houses, cars, vacations, providing for children, retiring with money. In prison, time was measured in time. Boredom enveloped him. It was a grey shadow cast over the prison and everyone inside it. He ate grey food. He lived in rooms with grey walls and floors. Grey water came out of the faucets. When he showered, when he took a drink, grey seeped into his skin and hair. Soon he would be one colour.
He slept poorly. Because the nights were long, scenes replayed themselves in his head, sometimes consciously, sometimes not. He was a young child playing with a blue truck on the kitchen floor. His mother was standing at the sin
