![]() ![]() Contradiction is a norm in my working day. That experience could have been distracting were it not so common. I got off at the second landing, went to my classroom and opened the windows to let in some air. I was used to the smells of industrial disinfectant, body odour and weed, but in that moment they became smothering. The next day, I stepped on to B Wing, but when I was walking up the stairs, the sound of a man banging on the inside of his cell door rattled me more than it usually did. He closed one eye as he tried to remember, and said he was on B Wing, on the third landing, and told me the number on his door. A couple of years ago, I asked him which cell he was in because I was excited at the thought of seeing it. My uncle Frank used to be locked up in one of the prisons where I teach philosophy. ![]()
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