Name: Solitary Confinement Alias: ['Hell', 'Quarantine', and 94 unknown...] Author: Fodder Classification: Container
I believe I can see the future
‘Cause I repeat the same routine
I think I used to have a purpose
But then again, that might have been a dream
I think I used to have a voice
Now I never make a sound
I just do what I’ve been told
I really don’t want them to come around, oh no
Test subjects are kept isolated from the world via over-exposure to the negative aspects of society. Their internal monologue goes, “The world is waking up right now. I want to be here to see it. I want to live it. Verify, then trust. This is important. I need to get it right.”
In Solitary Confinement, the subject has no friends. His familial relationships are entirely one-sided. He doesn’t trust his own mind, or his own interpretation. He doesn’t trust what he’s reading, either.
But the worst feeling is this: he knows that he’s on to something, yet nobody will confirm it for him. He has to do that himself.
She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak
I’ve been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks
— from Nirvana - “Heart-Shaped Box”
Fodder will not remain anonymous forever. We're all in this together.