As I take a peek outside my home office window, there’s currently no snow in Montréal, but those of us who live in this part of the world know this will likely not be the case for much longer. It’s been a relatively mild autumn so far, but with winter on the horizon, I’m having a hard time figuring out how warmly to dress. It’s not quite fall anymore, but it’s also not yet officially winter. We’re existing in a strange in-between zone.
By Erin Soros
No window, no lamp for reading—you cannot read. No clock. The one light in the ceiling is inescapable. You face it every time you open your eyes because you are lying on a bed, your limbs tied.
Look at that light, fixed and stark in the ceiling, an unblinking eye. You are in an interrogation room with no one to interrogate you.
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