In the early weeks and months of solitary confinement you’re reduced to an animal-like state. I mean, you are an animal in a cage, and the majority of your hours are spent pacing. And the animal-like state eventually transforms into a more plant-like state: your mind starts to slow down and your thoughts become repetitive. Your brain turns on itself and becomes the source of your worst pain and your worst torture. I’d relive every moment of my life, and eventually you run out of memories. You’ve told them all to yourself so many times. And it doesn’t take that long.
