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Concrete Chamber



As a child I would sometimes imagine what it would be like to be confined inside a block of concrete, within a space having the same shape and volume as me, with tubes connected to the exterior to eat, breath and evacuate waste.
At the time it saw it as a sort of anguishing thought experiment. Now when I look back I think it was a reflection of how I was feeling inside.
A human being maintained and limited to biological existence. Powerless, without any options. Getting out not even conceivable. Slowly driven mad by isolation, confinement, lack of stimuli.
Indeed, I was probably starting  the process of mental deterioration. I don't think I was biologically predisposed for depression and anxiety.
My mental health was slowly being eroded but I wasn't realizing it.

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