Space

Have you ever heard of a sky prison. I don't know if thats the name of it or if it's even real but I saw it on tv once and it bothered me. The man was in a cell, high up in a tower, and one wall was missing. He was so scared, he would back up against the furthest corner and stare out into the hole. When I lay in bed I pile my blankets like a fortress around me. I create the space around me, limiting what I can see. A pannel of a wall or square of hard wood floor in the singular light beside my bed haunts me. The emptiness of the space is a disease that spreads like cancer. If the man in the sky had just turned his back to the hole instead then the prison would no longer be so scary. Space, empty space, is dangerous.