Is There a Cell?

i used to count every line is. An sell ara, aster, cratin, objest and cracks. Dat's on the wall. So i would just count lines my half. Can break up the monotony? Yes? And and, you know, i counted my body parts, like, hollow finger, hellow finger. Just, it's more than counting. It was like each part of my body was a friend, was gt, had its own identity. I had a sort of altar that i made out of the scraps of things from the trash in one corner of my cell erlong. You know, i totally understand that urge to find some beautiful and something