September 20, 2009
I put my valise on one of the chairs. My eyes were drawn to a landscape I had already come to know, which stood in its sadness and resignation in the frame of the embrasure, like a mournful memento.
But how I came to the Panapticon? I’ve heard a lot before. Read about it in a book by Michel Foucault. But it was not before a morning by my psychoanalyst, when I decided to move here. Prescribing my new pink pills, he suddenly told me - Listen L., Your career is on hold, Your life is in ruins. Why don’t You go to the Panopticon, it will make You feel better. I didn’t think. It looked as a nice perspective, a calm place, where my forces can recover. And there, I knew that I can eventually meet…
I sensed the presence of someone behind me. The chambersheep had entered in quiet slippers and gently touched my back. ‘Mr. L? Mr.ED would like to see you now,’ she said, examining her fingernails.
September 19, 2009
She had run out of a room. She could barely understand what I was saying. I had to repeat myself. She fidgeted helplessly.
Do they have my name on the list? She spread her arms. Her glance only wandered to the side. She was waiting for an opportunity to skip back to the half-open door, at which she kept squinting.
I’ve presented my documents as a new Resident. I asked her for my Executive Deer. She didn’t know. Asked me to wait. Everybody is asleep just now.
Asleep? It was daytime, not night.
Haven’t you been informed? They are always asleep here. Besides, it is never night here.
September 18, 2009
The journey was long. The train which ran once a year, carried no more than few passengers. Everything was empty and still. The doorman showed me the direction of the Panopticon. I started walking along the white narrow road toward the dark concrete columns.Beyond it, against the blackness of the stone trees, loomed the gray walls of the building, that advertised itself as the Panopticon. The double glass door of the entrance stood open.
In the hallway there was semidarkness and a solemn silence I moved on tiptoe from door to door. Rounding the corner, I saw the chamber sheep, in white and clean fur dress.
