Sleep Depravation

I now realize who Ciela is and why she is here. She’s under the employ of some military intelligence operation conducting some Abu Ghraib-style torturing. Sleep depravation, piercing blasts of noise, constant repetition of stimulus and response to the point of boredom and irritation, urinating...all designed to break me, reduce my sense of self, eliminate any resistance to manipulation.

She’s won.

I will give her anything she wants.

But she never asks for anything. Her demands are never articulated.

I’m broken for no reason.

Parenthood. Architect: Franz Kafka.