I am new to this unit.

My eyes open to a new and chilling branch of hell. Purgatory, some would say, as if sooner or later the punishment will end. But when? I don’t know. My eyes don’t see as you see. I see everything from within. I see the substance. What it really is, behind the masquerade of beautiful gardens, well-kept lawns, and the excessive neatness of the white buildings.

There are three invisible powers that subjugate us, torment us, crush us, and therefore dominate us: fear, hunger, and pain; and these three are subjected in turn to a devious diva: despair.

A Mexican prisoner’s short fiction confronts the monsters and angels of his nightmares.