That woman is insane, is what they say. All day she paces back and forth, waving her arms and banging her fists on the glass. All day she makes silent rants and issues forth silent screams. There’s a bright look in her eyes. Something is wrong with her.
I am stuck in a glass cage. I can see all, hear all, but can touch nothing and be heard by no one. I project out pleas and in return get looks of pity and fear. And in the end they will say there was nothing we could do.
Paddy Dobson
9th November 2020