Very recently I was in prison, in the fast-paced, wolf-eat-dog, money-centric, metropolitan city of London. But before you exhale solemnly and look wide-eyed at the words I have typed, judge me not too harshly (or keenly) I was not locked up in the clink and neither was I a yardbird or part of a chain-gang … More Prison as a Ziggurat of the Mind