I hear the muffled sound of someone sitting down. I hope they’re in a bad mood. That’s because there’s a better chance that they’ll release me for a little while and let me look over all the beautiful shapes and colours that must exist outside of this box even when I’m locked inside it. Faith is my sole companion in these long, dark days. I have been touched by a beauty well beyond my understanding, reaching out to me as I, motionless, was spun around by an invisible force to take it all in. I don’t know very much about anything, but all I know from that day is that I believe. And I hope. And I wait.