A common theme (working on it.) the 15th

He’s the closest one. I’m still trying to hear what he has to say. He leans towards me, “Over the course of many years I have developed an acute awareness and understanding of my surroundings.” My face shows the strain I am faced with in understanding the depth of this announcement. He turns away. His face casts a shadow on the cell wall. He cries out, “I can’t!” I touch his shoulder, not knowing. He turns back, tears in his eyes. “Young man.”