I sigh. How many days have I spent in this hellish torment? Has it been weeks? Months? Years? There’s no way to tell time in this prison of eternal twilight. Each cycle (as it is impossible to know if one of these is actually a day) seems a monotonous repeat of the previous. First, I wake up. I am surrounded in filthy and reeking dirt that covers the walls of my cell. I have a single roommate, Jorath. He’s a brute of a man, just as dirty and reeking as I am after all this time. ~excerpt from prose
"The Eternal Torment,"
The Tuxedo Archives: Vol. 2012
, Article 8.
Available at: https://scholar.dominican.edu/tuxedolit/vol2012/iss1/8