Blinking, breathing slowly, making out the details of the small cave, burnt sienna glowing from the torch. Vision in high shutter speed, pools of black swirling around my pupils. Tomorrow splashed a bucket of ice water into my face. It felt like fire embedded with frost.
"Count yourself lucky that we even have ice here. Based on the heat, fifty years ago, inmates thought it was impossible. Tread carefully, Lex. If you want to survive, you must renounce all superficiality, all convention, all vanity, all delusion."
"Being modest will get you killed, Tomorrow."
"I am not meek, I am aware of the limitations of man. It's freeing to know that not all conflict needs to be solved with anger and the ego. Positive energy is all we need."
"You sound like a man who's learned something, what are you in here for? Advocating nonviolence? They sing Kumbaya where you come from?"
"...have you realized you have no hair yet?"