By Socalbd
This wasn’t an experience that was suggested to me. It’s something I wanted to do. Paid a fee to rent the space. Enlisted some friends to join in as fellow inmates and guards. Arranged for five nights and six days to be in isolated solitary confinement.
100 hours is what it ended up being. 100 hours with limited human interaction. 100 hours of time locked up primarily in a 7-by-7-foot cell. 100 hours of nothing but the walls, the bars, the steel bunk and my own mind to keep me company. No books. No magazines. No cell mate. Just the sounds of the prison periodically traveling through the HVAC ducts and even that was limited. Hours upon hours of silence other than the gentle humming of the air through the vents.
Why?








I think I’m at the right spot. None of us have ever been here before. The guy that was supposed to drive cancelled three days ago. I volunteered because I get motion sickness in the back seat, but being the young guy I feel I have to take the worst seat. I like the power and control that driving gives me. But it also means when something goes wrong, it’s my fault. One of the two others in the car is telling me to follow the GPS. I’m trying to match the red circle on a screenshot to Google Maps. He tells me to turn right. I don’t. I block out everything he’s saying, trying to focus on what instinctually feels right. I keep driving and then find a parking lot with a dozen cars, and an old white school bus with paint over whatever label it used to have.