“Imagine being trapped in your bathroom for weeks on end!” says XX. “That’s what it’s like, since the toilet is right in there with you. But it’s worse, because you’re trapped in this tiny space with another individual. No time outside, no programs, no psychologists making the rounds like they’re supposed to. You pretty much just lie in your bunk all day. I pass my time mostly reading, but that gets old after a while. So, you jump off the bunk, walk around the cell a little, do a few push-ups and then jump back on the bunk. Over and over again.”