My mind is captive to the night. But its dark power will not allow the freedom of sleep. Instead I lie imprisoned. My restless thoughts pace the floor, trace the cracks in the wall, dwell on the debris of yesterday and stumble over the jagged edges of tomorrow. Until, at last, escape!
(Photographs taken at the Eastern State Penitentiary in Philadelphia.)
My mind is captive to the night. But its dark power will not allow the freedom of sleep. Instead I lie imprisoned. My restless thoughts pace the floor, trace the cracks in the wall, dwell on the debris of yesterday and stumble over the jagged edges of tomorrow. Until, at last, escape!
(Photographs taken at the Eastern State Penitentiary in Philadelphia.)