One of the scenes in Crime City USA involves a person in a cell. I identify with his fate, because as a writer I'm currently in a prison cell. Walled-off. Trapped. No way to get my words and message outside the bars to the world. At any hint of the whistleblower lit group I led-- "ULA"-- at the merest whisper, I can hear the guards reinforcing the walls of my prison, ensuring I never get out.
(This note is a communication thrown between the bars.)
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