The most familiar sight to me was perhaps the empty void of blackness that filled my vision every single day. It wasn’t comforting at all. Not in the least. In fact, I still haven’t gotten used to it. At least I still have my fingers and toes left. There are others here, I hear them. Their screams that echo around what seems to be a complex, a large one at that. The acrid scent of the floor cleaner that the janitors always use is stuck in the air, making many of my fellow inmates have splitting headaches. Not that I care about them. Then after a complaint everything was fine and they stopped using that cleaner. It smells like lemons now. Not the kind that you eat, the kind that are only for chemical cleaner. I think you know what I mean. It’s a distinct smell. Enough that my awful description will work. Ahh well, at least they haven’t chopped off my ears yet. It’s funny to think that prisoners would need to learn sign language for the couple that received that punishment. And if you’re wondering, yes. They rip out your eardrum too. You don’t actually hear out of your ear, it’s the inside ear that actually does that work.