Ask the Subjects :: Houdini
Monday, 11 February 2013
Downstairs its just like any normal day here, but I doubt its very normal for you. My question is, have you thought about trying to escape yet?
Or if not escaping, trying to cheat the lockdown by finding out what time it is?
Funnily enough one of the first things I did when I got here was make a bolt for the door.
Fortunately, it was caught on camera (see the end of my latest blog post, called “we are cyborg”).
Nobody has tried to escape. I am a little disappointed in myself for being so compliant. But in truth, it is really fun in here, more like an insane sleepover than a prison. Oh, we have a few strategies of resistance, but I can’t say more – Big Brother is watching!
What time it is outside is constantly on my mind. I would never cheat, but I am always on the lookout for clues: who says what as they enter our space (“Good morning”—possibly a ruse); how my body is feeling (warm might mean it’s daytime, according to my biological clock); and so on. It’s hard to believe that any sound could ever penetrate these thick walls, but we did fireworks the other night. That gave us a vague reference point—it must have been dark outside, but what time on what night? Not enough to spoil the experience, I hope. (Unless this was a clever ruse too. It’s easy to fall into paranoiac thinking in here.)
I didn’t want to escape; I was there for a reason and wanted to test myself by sticking it out until I had to bail (early). It was nice to have a break from the world and time was a weird concept in there. We the subjects (the band) always questioned what time it was and theorised what time and day it was but we didn’t ask anyone. The whole experience was disorientating with how they structured the sleeping and eating regiment and if I hear the world consistency again I’m going to explode.