My eyes, my brain seek out escape routes wherever I am sent.

As long as I am nothing but a ghost of the civil dead, I can do nothing.

The other inmates stand in a long straight line, flanked by guards, and I am dragged past them. I do not respect them, because they will not run - will not try to escape.

I become a chameleon for wherever I am.

Wherever I am, I take books, not novels.

When I am myself, I am happy and have a good result.