Micro-Fiction: Incarceration Serendipity Toilet

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I spend a lot of time thinking about the incarcerated. What it must be like, to have nothing to your name except a toilet. Pacing, back and forth, with no escape. To live in a prison both physical and mental. One ought to call it serendipitous that I was born into a life without crime.