Fragment 1I looked up to see what little light there was in the room. It didn't reveal anything but itself. Preparing myself to rise, I breathed slowly for a few seconds, then slid up the unfamiliar, concrete wall. I shivered in response to its frigidness on my skin. (One could say I'm accustomed to cold. But there's a unique despair to the feeling, I believe.) I anticipated a low ceiling and was disappointed. I had unconcsiously closed my eyes. I opened them. I could see more standing than seated.Unfortunately.