You know, what makes the prison disappear is every deep, serious attachment. To be friends, to be brothers, to love; that opens the prison through sovereign power, through a most powerful spell. But he who doesn’t have that remains in death. But where sympathy springs up again, life springs up again.
Why don’t you go? Stop thinking selfishly of razors and self-wounds and going out and ending it all. Your room is not your prison. You are.
The first prison I ever saw had inscribed on it CEASE TO DO EVIL: LEARN TO DO WELL; but as the inscription was on the outside, the prisoners could not read it.
One of the many lessons that one learns in prison is that things are what they are, and will be what they will be.