These are prison-related posts. They may be about the faces I loved there, and the masks I wore. They may simply be a memory, or could be locationally-set within a cage. The ones written while incarcerated are prefaced with “unlocked”. These can be overwhelming simply because the world described here is (hopefully) out of your element. So, before you read, I want to start you with two thoughts that are important to remember. (1) I am home now. (2) I was loved through it all.