Days of isolation

...I like this familiar smell. It used to be a washroom before they equipped it with a million dollar baby. There is no ventilation between the concrete walls. They don't bring me food, nor water either. I used to be good when I was outside. I don't know why they turned me in. They say they want to teach me how to deal with all those junks out there. They want me to think for myself not for others. They say I need to learn how to deal with too much goodness. I like the smell, so I don't mind staying for a while. I am trying to think now but these mind waves distract me. They don't let me think hard enough to find things out. I have to find out how to deal with the junks out there. Yes, that's exactly it. I have to think. Smells like old buildings. This room has a character I tell you. The character of a prison. Will they bring me food?...