As I looked outside my cell window for perhaps the very last time, I was happy to be alone with my thoughts, away from all the dangers posed by people on the outside. I sensed the sun and the slow decline of summer.
I could thrive in the expressive, in the human realm of nature or the expressive human realm of films and books –both worlds so exalted, so guileless – but I felt imperiled by the hidden designs, other people were drawing around me. The last 25 years of my life were a breeze behind bars, compare that to the previous 25 odd years, it was a living nightmare in many guises.
This is the opening paragraph to my book " For Love And Anarchy " subtitled " Realms Of The Unreal" which I hope to publish one day. Stay tuned for more!